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this one time, i was walking with friends. and smokin' the herbage. about 20 minutes later, i'm walkin' and talkin' and walked smack dab into a street sign. that was the only time i guess i punched myself in the face. oh yeah..there was that time i was pulling on something so hard, and lost my grip, and of fist to face. that hurt.

erm. well...alrighty then.

could you imagine? punching yourself in the face?

make sure to use a bic lighter. more power and you won't hurt your wee hand.

when the one here first opened. they were the bomb. now...they just suck.

every thread. i swear...every damn time. and every damn thread.

erm.... * =/= o just sayin'.

oh woe is you?

ew.

wait, i thought only her daughter had that 'good hair' also, i thought it was weird that earlier that day i made a thread about hair. and then she happens to bump into a power breed chica, that recommended the exact same product. weird. also...she needs some grease in that, and twist it up. stop being lazy.

you're just askin' for a mergin'.

i don't know. let's ask mr. owl. 'mr owl, how many noggers does it take to be helpful and courteous?' yeah...i got nothing, and i'm baby tired.

merge the chocolate with the milk.

rogue is so boss. **edit** i guess if i scrolled down far enough, i would have seen that.

could be that. or that he really likes 'helping' people choose yummy goodness. and since you're a regular, and probably as kind and polite as he is, he probably reciprocates that. i had a woman call me a n*gger when i worked at food lion many moons ago. i chuckled at her, and said 'bless your heart'. called me that again, finished ringing her up, bagged everything all proper (not putting her eggs on the bottom with cans on top), and offered to help her out to her car. she told me to get my n*gger hands off her stuff. i just chuckled again, and told her to have a nice day. sometimes it's just better to be nice than waste that energy at people that get pissed off when you, the employee, is having a bad day.

wait. why are there like 4 threads mashed into one?

good parenting skills. my kid hates her job. like, to the ends of the earth, but she is ALWAYS courteous and polite. they may be assholes at home, but out in public, act like you got some sense.

nothing wrong with basic. i love when i get alcohol discounts. they are rare, but they do happen. especially if i buy the 4 pack of wine (not coolers)

power breed. 'nuff said.

i drink, and i know things. like seriously. the vault of useless knowledge is opened wide, for all the world to enjoy. and i'm funny. except tequilia. i get cocky, and invincible. it's not usually a good combo, especially if diving off things is in the mix.

you're a good man charlie brown. seriously. you probably made that kid's day, just by acknowledging his awesome customer service. and i'm the same, when someone gives me the shitty service, i don't go off on a rant, 'i just ask 'are you having a bad day?' that will 9/10 give that look like 'oh shit, i'm acting like an ass' and i'll get a smile. if that 1 doesn't, i just tell them have a super awesome great day. and walk off. no reason to act like an ass to an ass. lots of wasted energy.

the leave in conditioner works well enough. and i grease my hair ever couple months during the hot months. and at least once a month during the fall/winter.

yay. and if you get it. just know you don't scrub your head like you would with shampoo. you rub it in, then finger comb it through.

when i was stationed in san antonio...my GAWD the phuqn humidity was unbearable.

that is not cheese, fuggs. take it to foods.