If drinks count, I miss Snapple’s Root Beer. That shit had more bite than a German shepherd.
If drinks count, I miss Snapple’s Root Beer. That shit had more bite than a German shepherd.
People who bring their feelings and baggage to work. Like, we are not here to be your therapists. We work in a factory. Fuck off with your squishy bullshit. That goes double if you also suck at your job. I have 10 fucking minutes to nit stare at my machine, shut up and let me smoke my cigarette.
Total 70s horror movie vibes!
They’re heading over to grow out of your ears.
Yet sounds like the way an old southern man would use it in past tense.
“Fella just wouldn’t shut up, so I yet 'im into the gorge.”
It’s a hookup joint for single parents.
Yes it was!