No really, I love it when...

Our ugly, redneck psycho neighbor downstairs decides to come out in her pj's at 4AM to tell us we woke her up playing on our "skateboard".

When some asshole that calls himself "Joe" tried to convince my sister he was ex-Navy S.E.A.L., yet allowed me to escort him out of Finn's without incident.

Sarah showed up at Arsaga's and, immediately, seeing me with my laptop, demanded I show her the pictures I took the other night, then without hesitation, listed all the ones she wanted me to give her as prints "at least 11x14". Very nice.

Finally, I really love it when my boss calls me and says, "Oh, you're sick... dude, that sucks. By the way, we need to have a formal talk. Some stuff has come up." --- this is where I start looking around for other jobs. AWA is looking good right now. 7:30 AM shift time.... not so good.

Lastly, A'sG telling me that A is "sleepy" and they're not coming out. To which I replied heartily, "Horseshit."

Wait-- one more thing-- sketchy girls. You know who you are. Stop putting some tit out there for the attention and then act surprised when a guy is offended after you shoot him down for the 3rd time. Jesus. Give us a clue.

Not that I've ever been shot down before... cough... *ZAP*

Okay God, so I've been shot down a few times. Jesus. *ZAP*.

Damnit! *ZAP*

Fuck!

..... Fuck... really? Fuck is okay? Sweet! FUUUUUUUCK!

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*ZAP*

GS:LDkfJ:LKJ!!!!!!