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Alt folk is my brooding/angst genre of choice.
Alt folk is my brooding/angst genre of choice.
If I want to lay around and just mire in the shit then it's all about american football
Yeah baby!That's fine. That wont change the beauty of Deborah Ann Goddess
What makes a dill pickle scream?
That moment when a thief changes clothes multiples times in order to steal a shirt by tying it around their waste yet when told to take it off or pay for it they strip ass naked and throw it back on the table while leaving with everything showing.
I got flashed twice.
A Tommy Pickles
That moment when a thief changes clothes multiples times in order to steal a shirt by tying it around their waste yet when told to take it off or pay for it they strip ass naked and throw it back on the table while leaving with everything showing.
I got flashed twice.
That moment when a thief changes clothes multiples times in order to steal a shirt by tying it around their waste yet when told to take it off or pay for it they strip ass naked and throw it back on the table while leaving with everything showing.
I got flashed twice.
LOL pretty much.#retail
Retailwhere are you even working lmao
There is no sex allowed in this thread. This is a holy place.
Have you.... have you seen this thread?
Retail
I tried to offer her pants in the beginning since she was in the washroom for almost an hour(we offered an ambulance in case she was sick) but since she wanted to steal she obviously didn't accept them. Just the fact she full on stripped in front of everyone with no fucks given and strutted out naked while we all watched stunned.
Don't forget the ET fanfiction she gave you.
She ain't even holier than thou.
Don't forget the ET fanfiction she gave you.
She ain't even holier than thou.
LOL pretty much.
Retail
I tried to offer her pants in the beginning since she was in the washroom for almost an hour(we offered an ambulance in case she was sick) but since she wanted to steal she obviously didn't accept them. Just the fact she full on stripped in front of everyone with no fucks given and strutted out naked while we all watched stunned.
Haha I wish. It would definitely be better than getting flashed by people. xDYou should work with me at *Nintendo instead, it's great and there's no nudity
* =customer service representative, aka answering phones
Lmao yeah we've had a couple customers do that though since I deal with womens washroom it has blood mixed in as well.There were people who just took dumps on the floor of the bathrooms. The last time I had to deal with theft when I worked retail was when I was working a closing shift and this woman kept walking around and loading up her cart with clothes. She knew that were onto her so she tried to abandon most of the clothes and stuff as much as she could into her purse.
Haha I wish. It would definitely be better than getting flashed by people. xD
So, last time, I gave the story of how my mom and I had to share a hotel room where the couple next door were furiously fucking.
Tonight, children, I wanna take you back. Back to a simpler time. College.
I had just been evicted out the basement - the Batcave as we called it - due to a moss infestation. Before they moved us, however, they tried to cut costs by having us stay down there as huge fucking fans blew.
My new abode in the Theater Arts wing (yassssss) was next to a painter named Rachel and apparently her boyfriend.
Because every night he would sex her like a jackhammer.
Seriously, I had never in my life heard someone pant so quickly.
One night, about fifteen minutes into their construction worker sex, there was an earthquake. It literally shook the building, and I was on the fourth floor. We were used to this at Porter, though, because for about three weeks, some dipfuck thought it funny to habitually pull the fire alarm.
Anyways.
Everyone came out of their dorm room at varied speeds of urgency. Rachel and her boy took a bit longer, but they came out.
I just turned to them.
"Okay, the earth moved; can you stop now?"
:: opens wine ::
:: pours glass ::
I would have added "Then I put on my sunglasses and walked away", but you'd all know that would be a lie.
A Tommy Pickles
Because you don't have sunglasses, you lying bitch!
There's this dull pain in my stomach. It's not enough to make me double over in pain like a stomach ache but it's enough to annoy me slightly.
:: becomes WebMD ::
It's stomach cancer.
I'm still coming down from the panic of finding a small lump in the seam between my thigh and my crotch and assuming I had testicular cancer.
Lmao yeah we've had a couple customers do that though since I deal with womens washroom it has blood mixed in as well.
I'm still coming down from the panic of finding a small lump in the seam between my thigh and my crotch and assuming I had testicular cancer.
Both my paternal grandparents died from cancer. My mom died from cancer. My maternal grandad died from a stroke while my mom was still in high school. Basically, I really hate cancer.
So there's my maternal grandmother left and the guy she's been with forever who I fully consider my grandfather even if he's not blood related. They're both lovely unless politics comes up and then I just want to wither in a corner and die. Very much the Fox News type of conservatives.
Didn't know you were there last night."Your balls are perfect"
Isn't that everyone though? "Oh you'll love them. They're really nice until [blank] comes up." For me that blank is usually race. Like the roving gangs of racist fisherment native to Em's corner of the world.
Didn't know you were there last night.