Stabbin'.
So I was walking down the street one day (true story) when BAM, job.
And I was happy about it. Yep, I was. But then I realised my first shift started at 6 a.m.
Then I went in stabbin'.
And I was happy about it. Yep, I was. But then I realised my first shift started at 6 a.m.
Then I went in stabbin'.
posted by Simon. at 2/03/2006 04:48:00 AM
1 Comments:
phh 6am, they are using their new little toy boy. Welcome to the life of being used by employers when your new at ANY job. Just wait a few weeks n ule be parta the crew, havin' a chuckle with them n "sinken a few"... well maybe just coke, but yeh you wish with beer, cos your with women, and you know what the means? they drink 1 and woopsy "feel my boobies" sorta behavior starts to emerge *winks*...
So where was I?... Ohh thats right, good luck man n' bring me some MM cake!
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