I woke up Saturday to continue my over worked weekend and started it off by walking my dog... During that walk I started throwing up uncontrollably (On the good side that got me off of work early). After work El Jefe and I went to go get food and while doing that El Jefe pointed out a guy that looked like a Fat Tony Romo... When I looked at him I started laughing and he saw me clearly laughing in his face and oddly enough his shame made very happy. To top it off he was so visibly mad 15 min later he was still fuming and staring me down which also led me to laugh in his face again (listen to this past weekends hideout for the full story)... That night we went to the studio and had a great show in which I attribute full credit to Fat Romo... I consider Saturday to be a good day 1" away from the gun... Back to 36" in all
Easter Sunday! Sucked Cock! I worked at the restaurant all day and dealt with ghetto customers... One of the cunts that called me to order food got all over my ass for no reason, so I responed (and this is a word for word quote) "Jesus Christ! I am working on Easter and now I have to deal with a stupid bitch like you"... I normally would never say that but just a few days earlier I put my 2 weeks notice in... But what is the worst they could do is fire me? I am fine with that... So she called my boss and I had to give her food for free... Cunt... Day sucked, move to bullet closer... 1" closer... 37" in all
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If you ended Saturday back at 36" and then moved one closer after a shitty Easter then you're currently at 35" - not 37".
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