So this is my first blog post on here
Ahhhh shit, I never know what to write in these things usually I forget about them and get distracted and do some thing else.
So why not talk about my self first. I am 31 and have a shitty job sharpening knives. The job it self isn't all that bad, it is just that I work with a bunch of people that really need to grow up a little. lol There is also a guy that works there from time to time that has a thing for blow-up dolls. He even said one time that one of them had gotten to worn out and stained so he had to bury and have a funeral for it in his back yard.
Well as my father would say "And I'm off like a whores drawers"
sell ya later all
Ahhhh shit, I never know what to write in these things usually I forget about them and get distracted and do some thing else.
So why not talk about my self first. I am 31 and have a shitty job sharpening knives. The job it self isn't all that bad, it is just that I work with a bunch of people that really need to grow up a little. lol There is also a guy that works there from time to time that has a thing for blow-up dolls. He even said one time that one of them had gotten to worn out and stained so he had to bury and have a funeral for it in his back yard.
Well as my father would say "And I'm off like a whores drawers"
sell ya later all