I did a lot of thinking in the can. You dunno how crazy things get....ITS THE JAAAACCKKKKEEETTTTT.Captain Bringdown over here
I did a lot of thinking in the can. You dunno how crazy things get....ITS THE JAAAACCKKKKEEETTTTT.Captain Bringdown over here
Welcome back, RichieI did a lot of thinking in the can. You dunno how crazy things get....ITS THE JAAAACCKKKKEEETTTTT.
My wife tells work stories like Al Bundy, always complaining about fat women who came in.I've about had it with my wife telling me work stories.
Washed and cleaned? You may as well lick their belly buttons. I want to come up looking like Augustus Gloop when I'm done down there.i demand it be washed and cleaned
Should've pinned her down, and skewered her asshole dry and make her bleed just on principle, Gaynutster.My stupid wife just looked at her phone and said "Oh they're still in Iceland!". WHO? No, don't answer, I don't fucking care.
You don't know the meaning of fun, Hideoutster. A little poo taste never hurt nobody.I.blame the guys who just lick their assholes no matter what. I will, but i demand it be washed and cleaned.
Did you at the least ravage her?I dated a girl like that for a short time, she would talk about her friends yet I had never met the people she was blabbing about but talked to me like I know them well. Like “Well John and Jenna they were at this bar and you know how Mike used to date Jenna so he comes and Stacy saw him and etc.” my god it was torture
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One time I slashed my wrist on a piece of steel at work and had to go to the hospital because it was literally spraying everywhere like a Monty Python sketch. When I got home my girlfriend, who counted pills in a pharmacy, launched into her daily complain-about-work rant. She eventually noticed I had blood all over my clothes and my wrist was wrapped up, was like "What happened to you?" I told her and she was like "Oh. Holy moly." and then just kept bitching about her coworkers/customers.I've about had it with my wife telling me work stories.
Jesus you really see the similar traits to Nana here![]()
Is his wife cute as a button though?
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Ya but I bet her coworkers were like really meanOne time I slashed my wrist on a piece of steel at work and had to go to the hospital because it was literally spraying everywhere like a Monty Python sketch. When I got home my girlfriend, who counted pills in a pharmacy, launched into her daily complain-about-work rant. She eventually noticed I had blood all over my clothes and my wrist was wrapped up, was like "What happened to you?" I told her and she was like "Oh. Holy moly." and then just kept bitching about her coworkers/customers.
They were a bunch of middle aged cunts doing a highschool kid's job and they were passive aggressive and shitty to the appropriately aged employees. She had a story almost every day about her or one of her coworkers crying on the job, which I dead-seriously think should be a fireable offense.Ya but I bet her coworkers were like really mean
If I have to hold back from hitting women at work they should have to hold back from crying.They were a bunch of middle aged cunts doing a highschool kid's job and they were passive aggressive and shitty to the appropriately aged employees. She had a story almost every day about her or one of her coworkers crying on the job, which I dead-seriously think should be a fireable offense.
I don't think you should have to hold back.If I have to hold back from hitting women at work they should have to hold back from crying.
You pick real winners, Abe.One time I slashed my wrist on a piece of steel at work and had to go to the hospital because it was literally spraying everywhere like a Monty Python sketch. When I got home my girlfriend, who counted pills in a pharmacy, launched into her daily complain-about-work rant. She eventually noticed I had blood all over my clothes and my wrist was wrapped up, was like "What happened to you?" I told her and she was like "Oh. Holy moly." and then just kept bitching about her coworkers/customers.
Yeah I refuse to work with women on principle. I don't have the patience to not just walk away during their babbling.When I worked with women (my job literally has 0 women I consistently work with) it only made it ok that it was at restaurants bc at least you could get drunk with them and maybe fuck them. Any of you guys who work in offices, good luck with all of that