...okay, afternoon. And I can't help but be overwhelmed with this aroma of "freshly baked bread." I couldn't fucking figure it out - at first, I was thinking the girl I took home last night left a loaf of bread in a grocery sack on the backseat before we got to her place. Then it fucking dawned on me. While she was blowing me last night, right before she wants me to lift the goddamn steering wheel, she knocks my beverage out of the center console cupholder, and the vinyl stick-shift sheath became an inverted lake of beer. Not exactly an emergency at the time, but in any other given circumstance, something worth taking care of immediately. So, I start reflecting on the night before, and recall opening my door, so that I could put the almost empty can outside of the vehicle, onto the pavement of whatever daycare parking lot we happened to stop in, and leaving that puddle for as long as it took for this gal to expedite her ride home. Apparently, some of the liquid must have seeped through the stitching on that vinyl gearbox cover at the base of my 5-speed stick, and when I opened the door, the whole vehicle smelled like a damn bread oven. Honestly, that's amazing to me. The times I've spilled beer in my vehicle in the past - the next day, it smells like just that. As if you spilled BEER inside the car. Today, it smelled like I had a bread machine whirring inside of my car as it sat in a sunny parking lot, and the pleasant aroma of fermenting yeast filled the air. It should probably (ashamedly, even) be noted, that when I first sensed the presence of yeast, I automatically sniffed my passenger seat. :frown:
This isn't a story about your car smelling like yeast but a story about getting your dick sucked. Anyone else agree?
drinking beer in a daycare parking lot, while getting a blow job. I think this is a story of Lomo getting tipsy and picking up a slab a street meat. How much did that BJ set you back?
A Carl's Jr. Taco Salad... and, my pride. :biggrin: Oh, and the gas it took to drop her off over at Dwaine's place afterward. Seriously, though... My penchant for dipping my pen in the company ink strikes again. I was giving my new cashier a ride home (I guess she wanted to go over the interview again, as all the paperwork hadn't been signed yet.) And Nauseous... quit hatin'... I'd buy you a Taco Salad any day, you know that.
Dude everyone fucks their co-workers now. That "no dipping the pen in the company ink" shit is ignored pretty much everywhere.
Hey... Fuck you! I'll take demonstrating a working knowledge of a position's daily requirements over knowing which side of the plate to place the forks & knives any day. :biggrin:
Not when you're sorting through applications & picking out whom to hire on permanently from a list of temporary employees... They tend to frown on that kinda shit.
The bag of chips I sent you doesn't count. Oh, and you'd better not have thrown away that ultra-rare, sought-after, out-of-print CD with your others... I'll never forgive you, no matter how much beer you spill in my car.
