Oh, that was a bright idea, farfrumusin. :rolleyes:
Don’t let the door hit in you in the ass on the way out.
I was laughing at the cleverness of the parody of the OP. Then I checked the username and postcount. Oops.
Thanks! I’ve been looking for a reat way to make money-read.
Was this for real???
It’s easy! Just take a pen and add 3 zeros to your 6 dollar bill.
The “Make Money Fast” spam post has been deleted.
I’m not contributing to the humor, but I need to bitch and this seems like an appropriate place for it. What is bothering me at the moment is that I am covered in itchy, red hives. I couldn’t sleep last night because of the itching. They’re all over my face too, and have caused some swelling. Lovely. I have no known allergies and have no idea what could have caused it. I went to the doc and he gave me drugs. Luckily, the itching seems to be subsiding but the redness is increasing.
What Is Irking Me
by Jack Batty, age 37.
I am so goddamned sick of Harry-Fucking-Potter I could barfledorf!!
The end.
Who’s Harry?
And why is he fucking Potter?
Next … on “M.A.S.H.” …
My cat’s boobs taste like milkweed bugs.
That’s the way they’re supposed to taste.
What?!
I started work a week and a half ago, and they wrote the paychecks this past Wednesday. The checks are a week behind, though, so the time I worked didn’t count for that check. So now I have to wait two more weeks for my first check. I’m so nervous about not having money for Christmas presents. I suppose this is a fairly common practice for issuing checks, but never having worked a true job, I had no idea.
Afterthought: I really like this thread, because there are enough things that I need to bitch about, but none of them deserve their own thread.
We’ve started playing Christmas music at work. It’s driving me crazy. I’m not sure that I can take another three weeks of it. I had “Jingle Bell Rock” stuck in my head all night.
If you know the store closes at 6:00, do not stroll in at 5:59 and start pulling things off shelves and racks. At my store we’re not allowed to tell people to leave- they have to notice on their own. I am not allowed to tell you to go, but please, have the common courtesy to acknowledge that maybe I don’t want to stay an extra hour just to watch you wander around messing everything up!
Some drunken butt-nugget kept hollering “YEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHHH” really loudly into my ear, and falling on me, last night at a Mary Prankster show. I’m sure my gallant escorts would have ‘helped’ him out if I asked them to, though.
Kmart fucking sucks.
Ever since I’ve gone to muderfucking college my friend has made over 20 friends(mostly girls,goddamnit!)at college while i’ve made three, oh and to top it all off his friends say I’m a miserable bastard and I look like a mouse. I FUCKING HATE COLLEGE, is it ever gonna get better.It’s been like this for five years, oh forget it,it’s just going to continue forever, aint it?
God, life stinks man!!! argggghhhhhhh
Maybe you should pick another store to fuck in.
I think I did badly on an English essay, and that could mess up my grade for the whole semester.