Monitoring the habits of maturity
The PS3 can pwn Rubix Cubes and make fully grown crows out of chicken eggs.
Can you?
"chuck norris can lol"
You really need to get yourself a Merry Little Christmas.
Speaking of denominational celebrations: it's Thanksgiving in about 1.4 weeks or so, and you know what that means?
People are about to outrageously panic.
Funny how the holidays were created to give people some time off so they could say "_________ is cool, hail ________!" or "Thanks, __________, for this lovely _________." They were intended to provide enjoyment and self-reflection, yet the American society has made it into a dreadful freight-train of compressed anxiety by which millions will morph into raging trolls with shopping bags.
I'll get my fair share of seasonal stress this year thanks to my retail employment facility, where I will undoubtedly experience the tidings of angry customers in their Yuletide plights. Hopefully there will be no Turbo Man of 2006; it's unlikely that I could handle a horde pothering parents, attempting to win over their children via toys/gadgets that they'll probably end up forgetting about anyways as the little shits discover the blessings of Marijuana.
Underaged hellions should be a treat as well.
"Mommy I wan' Gwan' Theff' Auo!"
"Sorry Jimmy, you'll end up as a criminal like your Uncle Charles!"
"Fu' you, ho'!"
Hung like a scorpion,
Brette of Ye Newe Shoppe
Can you?
"chuck norris can lol"
You really need to get yourself a Merry Little Christmas.
Speaking of denominational celebrations: it's Thanksgiving in about 1.4 weeks or so, and you know what that means?
People are about to outrageously panic.
Funny how the holidays were created to give people some time off so they could say "_________ is cool, hail ________!" or "Thanks, __________, for this lovely _________." They were intended to provide enjoyment and self-reflection, yet the American society has made it into a dreadful freight-train of compressed anxiety by which millions will morph into raging trolls with shopping bags.
I'll get my fair share of seasonal stress this year thanks to my retail employment facility, where I will undoubtedly experience the tidings of angry customers in their Yuletide plights. Hopefully there will be no Turbo Man of 2006; it's unlikely that I could handle a horde pothering parents, attempting to win over their children via toys/gadgets that they'll probably end up forgetting about anyways as the little shits discover the blessings of Marijuana.
Underaged hellions should be a treat as well.
"Mommy I wan' Gwan' Theff' Auo!"
"Sorry Jimmy, you'll end up as a criminal like your Uncle Charles!"
"Fu' you, ho'!"
Hung like a scorpion,
Brette of Ye Newe Shoppe
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