It's like forever until lunch and then the day goes by fast after that. It's been that way with every job that I have had. I hate mornings.
I don't do crack. I don't like things that speed up my heart. Surely your dumbass could come up with a better "burn" than this.
I didnt say you smoked crack. It wasnt a 'burn' per se'. It was more along the lines that I saw your thread sitting here with no replies and I felt sorry for you. Now put your knee pads back on and get to work.
Oh no typo!!!! It's the end of the world. At least I didn't have to shoot shit in my arm to make me feel better about myself and life.
Oh, Jesus... I have never shot heroin. It was a joke. And now all you can say to me is that I am a junkie and I have AIDS. See if I ever try to offer advice on your headache again.
Its psychological, the more time you have left, the longer it 'drags out', subsequently, once you realise you've got though 75% of your shift it feels like some sort of burden has been lifted .. looking at the clock also makes it go slower, so try not to look at it too much.
Well you LIED about that after this whole drawn out telling the truth is the only right thing to do speech in the hit and run thread.. Geez I had more respect for you when I thought you were shooting shit between your toes and sucking off dealers.
Good point. I have had some people say that the time before lunch flies and after that drags. I guess since I am not doing anything but sitting here posting on Fugly, I could leave, but I feel badly because I am about an hour late everyday.
Actually, I failed my senior year... not because I was terrible in English, but because I skipped three months of first period English throughout the year. So... I got my highschool diploma after taking summer school and it reads, "July" and not "May" like my peers.
Do you read entire threads? or just pick things out to make yourself look cool. If you would have bothered to read the entire thing you would see why it was funny. try it sometime even Dan can do that.
I got an advanced degree in grill technology that I got from Hamburger U. Then I got fired when they caught me scratching my nut sack while assembling patties. That's okay though, I now own a chain of chicken and waffle resraunts all over the south where our motto is 'you want grits wit dat, bitch?' And 'no, we aint got none dem little ketchup packets, motha fuckah, dem shits essspensive' serving three kinds of malt liqour on tap all day.
