Supervisor of Sunnyvale Trailer Park. I am the liquor. In real life, I'm the dead eyed 20 something who desperately wants to spit in your food and tell you to go fuck yourself.
Any of these sounds better than what I got for my birthday at my last job. I only got a prewritten letter from my company’s CEO saying happy birthday in the mail two weeks after my birthday.
Amen to that. Frat relics that have been around for several years need to be continued on. Even after you graduate and ever make a visit to your old fraternity house, seeing something like that STILL hanging your or one of your pledge brothers’ old rooms at your house is the ultimate nostalgia piece.
If this was at my former place of employment, I could’ve died happy. We only 2 in our whole office area that worked. I had 3 broken ones right next to my cubicle and had to walk past them every time to make copies. Shit made me so mad sometimes.
Yeah running sucks at first but it gets better. The whole “not drinking every day and not having any friends where I live/having nothing better to do” bit definitely hits home for me. Thank God for the endorphins released from exercise or I’d be depressed as shit about those aforementioned things above.
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If this guy were real, I’d punch him right in the dick.
You completely forgot pictures of a friend’s/people you know babies. Hate that shit.
Meh.
“It’s the freakin weekend baby, Imma bout to have me some fun” should be every corporate drone’s mantra on Fridays.
My personal favorite meal during the week is all booze everything.
Those Monster absolute zeros are a godsend. Salute.
Any of these sounds better than what I got for my birthday at my last job. I only got a prewritten letter from my company’s CEO saying happy birthday in the mail two weeks after my birthday.
Amen to that. Frat relics that have been around for several years need to be continued on. Even after you graduate and ever make a visit to your old fraternity house, seeing something like that STILL hanging your or one of your pledge brothers’ old rooms at your house is the ultimate nostalgia piece.
Slowly?
I feel the need to buy you a beer for this comment, my good sir.
Amen to this.
Actually the demon gorilla thing with wings is named Goldar. Power Rangers was my SHIT when I was kid so that’s why I know that after all these years.
God that was a painful read on the eyes.
Me too that shit hurts.
This is mildly depressing/disappointing at the same time.
Schlotzky’s is the shit. I’d be just as pissed if I was you. That kid needed to be fired.
All day, every day.
*We only had
If this was at my former place of employment, I could’ve died happy. We only 2 in our whole office area that worked. I had 3 broken ones right next to my cubicle and had to walk past them every time to make copies. Shit made me so mad sometimes.
Yeah running sucks at first but it gets better. The whole “not drinking every day and not having any friends where I live/having nothing better to do” bit definitely hits home for me. Thank God for the endorphins released from exercise or I’d be depressed as shit about those aforementioned things above.