My buddy Wernowsky and I worked a double for old man Peterson today (who had the balls to ask us to move pallets to the north end of the warehouse on the advice of some third-party logistics provider. As you’ll recall, we store all the galddamn pallets without RFID tags on that end! That kind of shit may fly at TradeBeam but not around here).
SO, we finally punch out, git down to the ATM ‘fore it closes (the ATMs are open ’til 10 here) for a roll of quarters (the ATMs round here dispense rolls of quarters, on account of the sheer demand), stand in line behind some sumbitch who lost his PIN Number or something, and finally head up to the Shop N’ Drink to start the weekend the way we’ve done EVERY Friday for 10 years: Scooby-Doo tattoos and peanut butter.
Peanut Butter’s all recalled, which gits Kris to cryin’. And then this sends us both over the edge..
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Yep, that tears it…I think I’m-a murder somebody.
[...] Yeah, well the jerkstore called and they’re runnin’ outta YOU! I’m intrigued by the man/woman/cretin who “hangs around” a website like a bar that’s closed hours ago and won’t leave, and apparently doesn’t understand the concept of “surfing” the internet (but rather camps in one spot), but now that the dickweeds have wandered off, I can share with the cool kids table another clip from the Dick Clark Saturday Morning Bore-a-Rama. This one simply has Shaggy giving Scooby the Scooby Shocker. His real prize is ending up with his head directly up the Great Dane’s butt. INCONVENIENT! [...]
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