My Job is m fucking unbelievable. I' ll try ta sum it up by first telling you ab wt the folks I wark with:
First, there is this supermodel wannabee chick. Weft, any, she is pretty hot, but damn is she useless.
The girl is constantly fixing her hair er putting an makeup, She is extremely and has never ante
the needs or wants of anyine but henery. She is as dumb as a box racks, and I still find it surprising that she has
enough brain power ta continue ta breathe.
The next chick is completely the apposite. She might even be am of the smartest people an the planet. Her career
are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a Era an a scale ttf ita IO. I' net sure she even showers,
much less shaves her 'unmanly" parts. Ithink she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware stare,
she means like a cat in heat.
But the jewel of the crowd has eat to he the famine stoner. And this my is mere than just your average pithead.
In fact, he is baked before he cames ta week, during work, and I' m sure after work, He probably hasnt been saber
anytime in the last ten years, and his only :2. He dresses like a beatnik thrall: -ash from the 1960' s, and to make things
wane, he bands his He famine day to . Every fumed day] have ta leak at this huge Great Dane walk
around ham the secend- hand smake. Hell, sometimes I even think it' s trying ta talk with its constant
Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple steps to and Burger Rina,
every single fucking day,
Anyway, I drive these around in my van and we salve mysteries and shit.
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