i have been hurting myself lately... it's not as fun as i believed. I splashed hot veg-oline on my hand the other day when i was making sweet potato cakes and then yesterday i stabbed myself in the hand while cutting red b's.
Lots of parties at work... had to don a chef coat and cut wedding cake today. It was fucking boring. Not to mention a culinary sleeping pill.
The bride actually specified that she wanted plain spaghetti with marinara. "SPAGHETTI AND MARINARA!"
For her fucking wedding party she had spaghetti and marinara... she had a nice rack though. So not all was lost.
OOH! And i have come to the realization that my co-worker is a racist. He made a few off color comments, and i'm thinking of stabbing him in the face.
The real sad part is that he's from my hometown of Grand Rapids, MI. What are the fucking chances the dude who i can converse with about Yesterdog is a racist. Oh yeah, and my other friend swore he was doing coke in the walk in.
And on a more personal note... can i get in trouble for saying i want to fuck a seventeen year old when she becomes legal?
p.s. like my checkered pantaloons?
Sorry to hear about your coworker being a racist. If it's any consolation, probably about 75% of my family is racist. One of my cousins actually told me that she (yes, she) would kill me if I ever married an African-American girl. And she didn't say "African-American," either. She laughed afterwards, but I don't think she was entirely joking.
I don't think you can get in trouble for saying you want to fuck a 17-year-old. Hell, at your age I doubt you'd get in trouble for actually fucking her. Now me, on the other hand...