I just got back from drinking with the folks from work, and I gotta turn around and go back to work in the morning. What a fucking drag.
You know what else is a drag? The chicks at work telling each other they need to find me a date. That, and the obvious and not-so-obvious moves some of them are attempting to make on me. If only they knew.
You know what else is a drag? My fucking paycheck. Jesus, that's a superdrag. With apologies to John Davis and the gang.
The only thing that's not a drag about working at Cheapercrombie is the can/bottle coozies I've been lifting. We're supposed to get a "prize" every time we sell a coat. Me, I just fucking take 'em when nobody's looking. My High Lifes (High Lives?) love their jackets.
Wow, what a fucking weak rebel I turned out to be. Like a quadrapalegic James Dean or a sleepy Marlon Brando. "What exactly are you rebelling against?"
"Selling coats."
You know what else is a drag? The chicks at work telling each other they need to find me a date. That, and the obvious and not-so-obvious moves some of them are attempting to make on me. If only they knew.
You know what else is a drag? My fucking paycheck. Jesus, that's a superdrag. With apologies to John Davis and the gang.
The only thing that's not a drag about working at Cheapercrombie is the can/bottle coozies I've been lifting. We're supposed to get a "prize" every time we sell a coat. Me, I just fucking take 'em when nobody's looking. My High Lifes (High Lives?) love their jackets.
Wow, what a fucking weak rebel I turned out to be. Like a quadrapalegic James Dean or a sleepy Marlon Brando. "What exactly are you rebelling against?"
"Selling coats."
