07-06-2005, 10:00 AM
Ladies,
I understand that two in the afternoon on a random Tuesday probably isn't you're most popular shift, and I understand that those people working such a shift might not be the most excited individuals about working it.
However, I would like to clarify a few things.
#1, Your spinal column, no matter what Cosmopolitan or whatever shit you read these days might tell you, is not in any way sexy. I do not want to see, under any circumstances, your individual vertebrae.
#2, Eat a sandwich. Seriously. You look like a white Sudanese refugee. If I took a stick, put a sock on it, and made the stick magically come to life, it would probably say something along the lines of "Damn, bitch! You ass is skinny!" Also, see #1. You look like a malnourished bullfrog in orange daisy dukes.
#3, When my eyes are glued to MotoGP and my buffalo chicken sandwich is half eaten in my hands, yes, everything is just fine. You can go away. What I want to see is Rossi take a loss through a turn so someone else can win for a change, I do not want to see your skinny ass attempting (in vain) to shove your non-existant mammaries in my face. Maybe that works for the Caterpillar engineers, but don't get between me and the TV. At least stand to the side so I can more comfortably ignore you.
#4, No, I don't want any cheesecake. But, I'll buy an entire cheesecake if you stand here and eat it in front of me.
#5, Change your hotness scale. Instead of mild, medium, and hot; maybe changey them to Change of Color, Way to be a Pussy, and Maybe a Little Flavor (If You're Lucky).
I should have gone to Bennigans.
I understand that two in the afternoon on a random Tuesday probably isn't you're most popular shift, and I understand that those people working such a shift might not be the most excited individuals about working it.
However, I would like to clarify a few things.
#1, Your spinal column, no matter what Cosmopolitan or whatever shit you read these days might tell you, is not in any way sexy. I do not want to see, under any circumstances, your individual vertebrae.
#2, Eat a sandwich. Seriously. You look like a white Sudanese refugee. If I took a stick, put a sock on it, and made the stick magically come to life, it would probably say something along the lines of "Damn, bitch! You ass is skinny!" Also, see #1. You look like a malnourished bullfrog in orange daisy dukes.
#3, When my eyes are glued to MotoGP and my buffalo chicken sandwich is half eaten in my hands, yes, everything is just fine. You can go away. What I want to see is Rossi take a loss through a turn so someone else can win for a change, I do not want to see your skinny ass attempting (in vain) to shove your non-existant mammaries in my face. Maybe that works for the Caterpillar engineers, but don't get between me and the TV. At least stand to the side so I can more comfortably ignore you.
#4, No, I don't want any cheesecake. But, I'll buy an entire cheesecake if you stand here and eat it in front of me.
#5, Change your hotness scale. Instead of mild, medium, and hot; maybe changey them to Change of Color, Way to be a Pussy, and Maybe a Little Flavor (If You're Lucky).
I should have gone to Bennigans.
1987 Oldsmobile Cutlass 442



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