wacky1980

they'll probably just send it up to HR and let them deal with it. they'll know who you are up there. not sure your union daddy can save you from that mess.

i didn't mind the after school chores so much. got to take the 4-wheeler out into the woods to round up the cows and bring them back to the barn, so that was nice. but not at 5am, getting fucking soaked from the dew or freezing the asshole right off in the cold months. most everything else i did was inside the barns for daily chores, and it wasn't bad. getting kicked / pinned / stepped on by the cows was less than fun though.

got an extra day off out of the deal. also, bonus time is right around the corner. gotta make it look good for the next few weeks.

i was never that good any any of it, but the more school stuff i did, the better it looked on those college apps. turns out that was not a wasted effort, awesome. also, if i wasn't in practice before and after school, i had to milk cows on the family dairy farm. plus plus.

i played basketball from jr-high thru high school, again, because the school was small and anyone who wanted to play, got to. golf too, in hs. and band and chrous for a couple years, just for kicks. and i wonder why people thought i was a nerd back then (and still do today).

i'm in the drive-up booth at the bank. i offered to fill a gap in staff this morning, like a fucking idiot. i hate myself right now.

we all know this. it changes nothing.

our school was small. so small, in fact, that anyone who wanted to be a cheerleader was automatically on the squad. no tryouts, not standards. just a bunch of non-athletic high school girls all trying to be at the top of the pyramid.

he would have, if he didn't realize you could get the same effect for a lot less by using several layers of cling wrap.

you know that sound that a shitty sub install in a car trunk makes? where instead of boom, you hear bzzzzz? that's packie's entire tin shed house right now.

i call shenanigans. he's too prone to abusing his electronics in a fit of orgasmic pleaseure than to still have a crt monitor. he'd have busted that shit right out by now.

a quality 12" sub is easily worth twice as much as this piece of shit. and by piece of shit, i mean packard, not just the piece of shit he just bought.

older sister did that shit for like 13 years. maybe just 3 or 4, but it felt like a lot longer when she'd have all her loud-ass friends over to practice.

READY..... OK!

beaver

he won't.

i can't wait for this to burn up sla batteries with the quickness. and off to the junk pile it goes!

i dunno about all of you, but i'm gonna throw out every last one of my calendars. i get free updates on that shit right here now.

probably d'arcy's pint over in springfield. mmmmm, horseshoes.

quoting this for posterity. |::

cats will, if you let them.

nah. i've done the dirty little slut thing. let the younger guys have their time.

happily married, this one. my bag&tag days are over, thank god.

it's not bad. sweeter than cow's milk. and no, not straight from the tap. it was from a refrigerated bottle. i don't see what's wrong with drinking a cow's milk. we eat beef, and imo eating a cow's flesh is a little more personal than taking a drink of their milk.