This is what happens when you give Gina Party a bunch of SOB products, and then send her into a bar. This was taken in Columbia, MO last week. I’m still not sure she what she had the guy doing in this picture.
I have to take another drug test today. I should just hire an on-call nurse and send her some kind of Bat Signal after I’ve been drinking. Then she could rush to my bedside and hold a cup next to my penis while I sleep.
Better yet, I’m just going to bring my sheets in today, toss them on the counter and say, “Send these to the lab. I’m in a hurry.”
I really enjoy completing online applications for employment. And that concludes today’s lesson in sarcasm.
Things that make me say WTF?Â
Why do companies ask for your ethnicity background on an application when the law prohibits them from discriminating against your answer?
I just select ‘Other’ and then write ‘Black, Jewish, Indian (customer support; not casino), with a hint of Southeast Asian’.
An update on my weight loss efforts: I’m still a fat ass, and pool season is six weeks away. But keep the faith. I’m a closer.
On the day I was born, the nurses all gathered ’round. And they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had found.