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I used to love this time of year, but i guess as you get older things just start to suck, alot more. More responsibility, less time...i just wanna be 10 again playing football in the snow and running away from deranged neighbors after pelting the hell out of all their worldy possesions with grenade-like snowballs. But anyways..back to the shitstorm.
Gerry thought it would be a good idea to buy this fucking, this child of satan in the form of a robotic dancing/singing snowman to lighten up the place and bring holiday cheer or whatnot to the customers. This thing makes me hate life more and more each day.
Middle aged fat women love this thing. I havent quite grasped why, but im leaning on the fact that it is A. the closest thing to richard simmons, B. The closest thing to actual exercise, or C. Both. They mimick its dancing and cackle how adorable it is. All this wants me to be able to go back in time and alter my DNA just enough so i would be born without eyes and ears so i wouldnt have to suffer through 45 hours of this crap a week. If there is any consolation to my misery is that it scares three shades of shit out of children. There is also a microphone hookup in the back so you can talk into it. I usually waste time at the end of the night saying what i would imagine saying to asshole customers as they walk in or by ruining my vocal chords with death metal gutturals.
Gerry thought it would be a good idea to buy this fucking, this child of satan in the form of a robotic dancing/singing snowman to lighten up the place and bring holiday cheer or whatnot to the customers. This thing makes me hate life more and more each day.
Middle aged fat women love this thing. I havent quite grasped why, but im leaning on the fact that it is A. the closest thing to richard simmons, B. The closest thing to actual exercise, or C. Both. They mimick its dancing and cackle how adorable it is. All this wants me to be able to go back in time and alter my DNA just enough so i would be born without eyes and ears so i wouldnt have to suffer through 45 hours of this crap a week. If there is any consolation to my misery is that it scares three shades of shit out of children. There is also a microphone hookup in the back so you can talk into it. I usually waste time at the end of the night saying what i would imagine saying to asshole customers as they walk in or by ruining my vocal chords with death metal gutturals.