i hate motherfuckers.
To the assholes who got a pound of smoked chicken twenty minutes after the store closed:
Hey, smoked chicken! We all love smoked chicken. I mean, what's not to love about it? If you like chicken, and you like things that are smoked, then it's twice as awesome, am I right?
Our mutual love of smoked chicken aside, I must express disapproval over your decision to purchase a pound of smoked chicken from my deli at 10:20pm when our store clearly closes at 10:00pm. C'mon dudes, for seriously. You probably heard the announcement that said, "hey, dudes, our store closes at 10:00pm. Right now it's about ten minutes to that time, so it'd probably be a good idea to get your shit and get out." If you didn't hear that announcement, then you had to have heard the one that was like, "hey, now it's ten minutes after 10:00pm. In case you didn't hear the last one, 10:00pm is when we close. I mean, I'm serious this time. Get out." You still took it upon yourselves to pull me away from closing down the food bar to put the meat slicer back together and dirty it up just so you can partake in some smoked chicken.
Honestly, it was an act of god that prevented me from Contra-flipping over the counter and roundhouse-kicking both of you in your throats.
You may say, "but Nick, you're way too passive to do anything like that."
Hey, god works in mysterious ways.
On a much more awesome note, I am the proud owner of a slightly-used digital 8-track portastudio! I got it for $300 off my buddy Jon, and when I looked it up online tonight, I saw that it sells for $1200! That's awesome! Fuck yeah, new 8-track!
Now to do something about this writer's block.
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OH, and don't forget about Zombiemas! April 8th. Call me for directions.
Hey, smoked chicken! We all love smoked chicken. I mean, what's not to love about it? If you like chicken, and you like things that are smoked, then it's twice as awesome, am I right?
Our mutual love of smoked chicken aside, I must express disapproval over your decision to purchase a pound of smoked chicken from my deli at 10:20pm when our store clearly closes at 10:00pm. C'mon dudes, for seriously. You probably heard the announcement that said, "hey, dudes, our store closes at 10:00pm. Right now it's about ten minutes to that time, so it'd probably be a good idea to get your shit and get out." If you didn't hear that announcement, then you had to have heard the one that was like, "hey, now it's ten minutes after 10:00pm. In case you didn't hear the last one, 10:00pm is when we close. I mean, I'm serious this time. Get out." You still took it upon yourselves to pull me away from closing down the food bar to put the meat slicer back together and dirty it up just so you can partake in some smoked chicken.
Honestly, it was an act of god that prevented me from Contra-flipping over the counter and roundhouse-kicking both of you in your throats.
You may say, "but Nick, you're way too passive to do anything like that."
Hey, god works in mysterious ways.
On a much more awesome note, I am the proud owner of a slightly-used digital 8-track portastudio! I got it for $300 off my buddy Jon, and when I looked it up online tonight, I saw that it sells for $1200! That's awesome! Fuck yeah, new 8-track!
Now to do something about this writer's block.
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OH, and don't forget about Zombiemas! April 8th. Call me for directions.