Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Let’s get started and work off our frustrations in the gym.
I ran across an article about hunky trainers in America, and voila! instant poat.
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Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Let’s get started and work off our frustrations in the gym.
I ran across an article about hunky trainers in America, and voila! instant poat.
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Side work. The bane of servers.
There is NOTHING you can do when this happens – but the old dude is pretty much never going to give you a good tip.
Actually – I need a shirt for when I’m waiting on a table and the table in my view interrupts me for something stupid.
Yes.
No explanation necessary for this.
We’ve been over this before …
A table stole one of my most FAVORITE MUTHAFOCKING PENS a few weeks back and I was pissed for hours. There is NO FUCKING WAY they thought that pen was theirs. It was SILVER and said MOTOR CITY BATTERY COMPANY on it. Ugh. I’m getting mad all over again. I gave it to them by accident (I never hand over my favorite pens to guests) and paused for a second at my mistake but thought “That nice old couple won’t steal my pen.”
MOTHERFOCKERS
Usually I can eventually figure it out. Sometimes I cannot.
I’m baaaack. In my (sorta) absence I’ve been getting a fukksize amount of stuff done around the house and finally finished book 5 of GoT. I want to kill that asshole author. Seriously?
THORSDAY (whew – quick edit since I forgot)
Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day.
I’ve been working with a software package with this name on one of the folders, so the song’s been stuck in my head for a week.
Now for the hunks.
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