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i go years without you...
i have a real date with danny... plans and everything :D
if i ever see the assholes who complain about my mom because she actually cares i will be punching some bitches...
sometimes i sit around all day long and don't do anything, and i get paid for it :)
---a day in the life of a dairy queen---
me:"is this for here or to go?"
moron(apparently an appropriate answer):"they're in the car"
that's nice. i'm glad they're in the car. "do you want it in a bag?"
"no, to go is fine" well which one is it bud
"do you want it with a lid on it?"
"i said they're in the car didn't i?" yes we established that
"here's your blizzard"
"i wanted a lid" then say 'i want a lid'
"okay here's your lid"
"i don't want these spoons, they've got ice cream on them now" they'll have ice cream on them later dumbass, lick it off
fine... i'll go wash this one off, and scrape off your blizzards, because the lids won't fit, and open a bag, and hold up all the other customers
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at this point they take their order in the bag, with the new spoons, to the car, where it is promptly opened and eaten ten feet away.
f. u.
and what the hell is wrong with my eyes. i'm sick of people asking me if i'm high. and of paying my doctor 65$ to tell me it's allergies. and of paying out the @$$ for eyedrops that don't work. and of work, in general.
i should just go live in van down by the river. that would be good, right?