So today at work, for some odd reason, a customer randomly came up and gave my boss a picture that had a Penis with legs chaseing a Vagina with legs, and on the bottom it said "JUST ONE FUCKING PROBLEM AFTER ANOTHER".... it was great.
anyway, also at work today, i had to clean this really fucking annoying thing that dispenses fudge. i like to refer to it as 'the fudge packer'. so i was cleaning it, and i kind of forgot that i can turn down the temperature of the spray-thingy that i use to shoot water at the fudge packer. so basically it was on 100% hot water, and frankly it was burning my hand quite badly. amongst all this, i managed to think in a sarcastic-yet-almost-not kind of way, "The hot, searing, excruciating pain must mean its working!". Wow talk about masochism. anyway, after having my fingers in that for awhile, i finally realized that i can turn on the cold water along with the hot water, so it wasnt so bad for the last half.... it should have taken me about 45 minutes to clean the fudge packer, but i managed to drag it out to 2 hours. :)
Ok so if you know me at all, youve seen me at one time or another do the "ghetto booty back-it-up thing"... it goes like this: I put my hands on my knees, and thrust backwards, arching my back and moving a lot, thrusting my ass out. needless to say, its horribly, horribly wrong for me to do. thats why i do it a lot! anyway, theres this dude who we call Shaker, and i think he might be gay or just really feminine idk.. anyway, Mike Sears told me to do the thing to Shaker cause it would be funny so i did, and as i was doing it (btw this was soon after me and mike both did the party boy thing to him) and... my manager walked in... my head is turned around, i cant see her, and im doing it. i know she saw me, but amazingly, this was the one who i wrote the passage about her being a bitch and the "sarcastacism" thing, she didnt do anything. She said to me and mike "ok who wants to go home" and we were both kind of staring at eachother cause we knew she had seen it lol... and she said something else to break the silence and we just kind of walked away to do whatever we were doing - in my case taking a very long time to clear out the fudge packer, which she did yell at me for.
oh yea, i noticed how people usually comment on the last thing i write, because it is the last thing that stays with them (you know, only kerry and audry actually comment, so im basically talking to you two). i am going to write about something next, but if your gonna comment on something, dont make it the last thing because it makes the rest of my entry sad. and if you do, atleast add something about the other parts too.
anyway, my ghetto friend shawn reeves says i can be on his and his people's rap album. He wants me to do a rap song, but i cant rap past the classic "mmph da mmph da... Schlap bitches!..", so i think that if i ever were to do something for a rap album (which i highly doubt would actually happen, just staying in the theoretical phase) i would do something like an intro... immagine me saying "YO YO dis iz tha shit rite hurr, ma boi shawn reeves da illest rappa on da east side. here iz *insert other peoples names here* aight yo, im out, bitches." Ok it would probably not be that, and more along the lines of something funny, like the public service announcement on eminems CD.
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also at work, i was like "damn my shoulder hurts" to the 50 year old black dude, and he was like "man me too, dont pick up any thing heavy. like fat chicks." i was like "haha what?!" and he goes "fat bitches. dont pick him up" then "500 pounds, dont pick up fat bitches."