Skiles

Bro, but bro, he wrote da Attitude Era by himself, bro! Bro, he's responsible for Stone Cold bro, bro!

Same, bro. I probably won't ever be able to get work through there again, too. Which I'm completely fine with.

I could say a million things to the temp agency, but it won't matter. You gotta understand, this is one of those places with a prominently posted sign that reads "If you're healthy enough to go to the doctor, you're healthy enough to go to work." These people are fucking idiots. They don't give a fuck about me or any of the people they send out.

I'm at a point where I can't deal with any kind of jobs with safety codes. I need a security job or some shit. I used to do security at a car lot and it was fantastic.

I don't know what a Skiles would do. I'm a Skiles, and I don't even know what I do.

The only chocolate I ever eat is Reese's cups.

It is coming back. AEW is a wrestling promotion, with a couple of former WWE guys, and a ton of really talented mid-card and underneath guys, and it will probably air on a Turner network. It's literally WCW.

That's what's fucked up, is that she isn't even the owner of anything. She was just a manager for a company the arena hired to do maintenance. But she had a fucking chip on her shoulder and felt the need to take out her personal frustration on a bunch of temp workers. Ugh. I hope she stubs the same toe several times a day for the rest of her life.

I probably wouldn't have fucked her. I love me a sassy broad, but not when it crosses into "just being shitty" territory.

Got sent there through a temp service. I'm really proud of myself, because I actually managed to do it for almost a full hour. Then I realized, "Hey, this cunt is treating me like dog shit, and accusing me of being on drugs, and telling me I'm slow because I'm not jogging back and forth trying to clean cake off of a fucking ball room carpet. So you know what? Fuck that shit." And then I left. I'm not going to be paid for my one hour of work, and I'm fine with that. If that's how I'm going to be treated, I don't want their money, and I don't have to be there. I'm better than that. And that's not me being arrogant. EVERYONE is better than being treated like a piece of shit for money. No one deserves to be treated that way. As I said on Facebook, I would much rather die destitute than be treated like shit for money. Fuck that. I'll sleep on the God damn street and eat out of dumpsters if I have to (which I thankfully don't), but I won't be talked down to. Maybe it's a symptom of growing up short or something. Maybe now I have some kind of complex that prevents me from being able to just "suck it up." I don't know and I don't care. But I know I did the right thing, because she wasn't targeting me specifically. She was being an insufferable cunt to all of is. Fuck that bitch. I have a family that I love that loves me, I have friends that I care about who care about me, and I refuse to let anyone outside of that bubble affect my life in any way.

Big old cash wee-wee, man.

I wonder if anyone has edited in really creepy music into this. Because that would make it even better/worse. Then you close a mirror cabinet door and Garth Brooks is behind you, grinning and saying "I really like that..."

MIKE MIKE MIKE MIKE MIKE

Gahhh, the cringe.

Hey ohh. That's joke you gotta say out loud.

I always thought Nirvana was great and all, but if I could only pick one of the two to listen to forever, give me AIC every time. Layne was also in a band called Mad Season, but I've never listened to their music.

That's just the kind of guy I am.

It's a big boy word for grown-ups.

I'm slowly working my way back into childhood. I'm gonna be wearing diapers again by 40.

Well, that's way less funny.

I'm imagining a bunch of dudes, sucking up the jizz off of the woman's face with their dicks like fleshy vacuum cleaners. It's pretty funny.

Miroku can suck me anytime.

Yeah, I'm out of cigarettes and caffeine, and I don't get paid until next Friday. Twenty dollars should do me until then.

I'm a completely well-balanced, normal human being. Nothing weird about me, pal.

Jesus, we get it, you're rich.