Currently I want to put heads in my yard on pikes. I believe PTA stands for People (whom) Tongue Ass in my hometown. Its like a society for asskissers that are in competition with one another for top spot. I have been through the paces you know.. I've already done ballet and gymnastics ... where I feel I should carry a dart gun and pepper spray. Incredibly the chick getting out of that Buick has on a Willie Nelson shirt and pig tails, and yes, that is a tattoo. I forgot to bring my chapstick and I don't kiss ass (at least in this form) That is for squares, and I'm so above that. Really.
Red Dog used to be a drink in my mind. Now its the status of somebody's ass whenever in my presence. Hello jerkoff, I'm not the company owner... but you WILL answer to me. RUN dog RUN. Who do you think your boss sleeps with? See dog piss in fear.
A word to those idiots wanting to try to draw unemployment by means of descriptive license... be sure that when you describe someone to a gossip you are absolutely correct. Leave nothing out that totally discredits your overcompensation that proves your IQ and penis size might be in competition.
Did anyone know I can make a mean company handbook? Holy shit that there girl is USEFUL.
DAMMIT.
If I get one more idiot that all the sudden sees I can do more than start a Harley, I'mgoing to tap dance on gonads.
Ahh-Cha-Cha.
I used to believe women were adders. Women somehow at least warn one another when circling in for the kill. Men.
So I guess women are rattlesnakes.
*hiss*
Red Dog used to be a drink in my mind. Now its the status of somebody's ass whenever in my presence. Hello jerkoff, I'm not the company owner... but you WILL answer to me. RUN dog RUN. Who do you think your boss sleeps with? See dog piss in fear.
A word to those idiots wanting to try to draw unemployment by means of descriptive license... be sure that when you describe someone to a gossip you are absolutely correct. Leave nothing out that totally discredits your overcompensation that proves your IQ and penis size might be in competition.
Did anyone know I can make a mean company handbook? Holy shit that there girl is USEFUL.
DAMMIT.
If I get one more idiot that all the sudden sees I can do more than start a Harley, I'mgoing to tap dance on gonads.
Ahh-Cha-Cha.
I used to believe women were adders. Women somehow at least warn one another when circling in for the kill. Men.
So I guess women are rattlesnakes.
*hiss*
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