discolé monade

>.> you know who i meant. got one in the fridge now. MiL got it.

well, that was fucking racist.

dearest bnjmy, if you post those pics... then fuck you. best regards, disco.

we had 'on the track' in the house, growing up. i only remember it because of the cover.

oh this is absolutely ok to do. and on hot days, wears them out, and keep their tongue cool. i put ice cubes in the gatos water bowls.

ok, try this

i do. i drink a LOT of water through out the day. i like the idea of being like a houseplant, just with complicated emotions.

boob sweat. gimme that old time boob sweat. it sucks right now to be me. but seriously. today was the cold snap. 99o it's been in the 100's past, almost 3.5 days. 90's prior to that. it's gonna' be a scorcher of a summer folks.

we all did, in the 80's.

hai. ambidextrous here. how you doin'?

i have a few more plants to put in the 'friend garden'. i'll take pics of my bushy garden after the rains. you'll love it. ......and there's 9

me. 8.

is that a 'member's only' jacket?

they probaby don't smile because chodes like you do things your own way, and they have to correct shit done by an employee, that felt like doing the task, 'do whatever my way'. after less than 2 weeks you that tight with this person to know what they making? but there's absolutely nothing 'uppidity' about any of this. /s/ gtfo.

....don't tell me, i got nothin' to do.....

whelp. talk about not being a good fit. small town collections, in a local, just a local chain furniture store. where everybody knows everybody. and apparently, all the debtors need to have their hand held. i got sent home. why, you ask? becuase a debtor (dbtr) i have had to call everyday for the last 2 weeks, (and would always answer the phone, 'dbtr not home', 'dbtr out of town', etc.,) called in to finally make a payment. but he was calling corporate, because the last time i called, he answered 'dbtr out of town' asked if he could take a message, i said 'no, that's alright' and hung up. ~~ this chode calls back, to make his payment, and says i hung up on him. HIM...HE JUST SAID HE WAS OUT OF TOWN. i noted the acct. accordingly. but, was told to go home. look, the store manager, didn't say 2 words to me the entire week. and there were some other shit that i was like 'fuck this shit' ~ like going around...and knocking on doors for a payment. WTF? eh....i told the store manager, that was all happy happy joy joy, that i wasn't a good fit. she said, get this, she said 'collections and sales are really difficult for people' i said, 'yeah, i know collections. and not sure what sales has to do with this' ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it's all good. i didn't really NEED this job, it would just have been nice to buy a new car, and pay it off sooner than 5 years. c'est la vie. oh...and the f.d.c.p.a. yeah...they didn't even know what that was.

'thicc daddy' meloni is just absolutely wonderful.