and my significant other is looking at it like a challenge to his manhood.....i keep telling him there is no way he can eat all that....and here he sits....just starting on his second box of 20....
being screamed at by patients is wearing me thin...I'm tired of people getting mad at me for their deductibles....mother fucked you signed up for the plan, did you not read it had a 15,000 deductible?....
im putting on my makeup and my boss calls me...he's like "hey you know that guy that only works one day every other week? Yeah he called in...can you come in an hour later?".....but I'm already up......I've already caked my face in paste not found in nature......... .
aaaah ok...i really miss it....the amish near where i lived had a market and you could buy deer, rabbit, squirrel, pheasant...and my mother dated a guy that would give us boar and moose.....i miss game
ive never had that happen...I always make my dinner plan intentions clear....like "hey come over this Saturday! Let's hang and I'll cook us dinner"....or "hey I'm sorry I'm running late but I was super hungry...I'm at TB you want a taco?"