TakeThis Sandwich and Lay it Upon Your Ass

I hath decided that I hate being a "sandwich bitch". The problem does not lie in the process of actually making the sandwich, hell or with anything else involving the actuall job itself. It's the fuckin' owners. Their morons, nice people, but fuckin' morons. They just don't know how to run things one way. I swear I've been told three different ways to do the damn dishes. I swear everytime i do a damn thing there is some other way to do it. Well maybe the clarification of the owners being husband and wife might help you. That means each one has different opinions of the right way for you idiots, and I don't mean you're an idiot, I'm refering to the other fuckwad who's reading this useless babble.

Don't you have something better to do with your time then read my random bitching? Like say, look at porn? When's the last time you've looked at porn? GOSH. Anyways, Frank, my back isn't what was sore, my ass is. I think I pulled it. NEVER RUN EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER. Basically the other day "Mickey", Bitchtits, "Butch" and I ran somewhere along 2 miles. It was fun, but I'm sore and my legs are no longer what hurts. My ass cheeks are killing me.

Speaking of running the same night we did that we watche dthe movie "Ju-on" afterwars. For those of you not familiar with that title think, "The Grudge". The latter kicked ass and was creepy but the original, that being "Ju-on" was even frickin' creepier. I was scared mommy, I WAS! Well not really but it sure creeped me the fuck out. DAMN JAPANESE HORROR MOVIES! Then last nigth we watched "Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle". That movie was beautiful. I'm sorry if you don't think it was funny, that parts were to cheesy. IT WAS FUCKIN' FUNNY. And if you can't figure out that it was supposed to be cheesy then you need put out back and shot Old Yeller style.

My Dr. Pepper tastes like shit.