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I hate inconciderate bastards. I work in a retail store, and as most stores go we close at nine. Right as I was closing the gate this mother and son came in. They don't come in and grab what they need, they start shoping around. The bitch actually looks at her watch at one point and says "Looks like it's closing time", and continues to fucking shop. When she finally comes up to the register she smiles, and says "You gotta love us last minute shoppers."
Uh,...no I fucking don't, no take your purchases, and get the fuck out, But you can't say that. You smile, the best smile you can muster and say "come again," as you secretly hope the get in a horrible car accident on the way home, with their mangled bodies tossed all over the road. Wow, ok I feel better.

I went to a friends house after work, and hung out with some friends, including Dirtlits, Melly, Maddy, MonkeyTail, ShawnApt2, and of course Valkyrie. It was a good time, we just sat around and talked around a table of chips, and salsa. Good times, and good people, you can't go wrong. On the way home though, i saw one of the most horrid things I have ever seen. A car fuul of early 20 somethings (all nasty big girls) pully up beside me. They all have that bad greasy permed hair, and poofy bangs straight out of 1985. The one in the passenger seat is giggling as she pulls her 1996 looney toons shirt with taz, and bugs back to back in ghetto gear up to reveal her floppy boobs with nipples the size of saucers. She quickly (thank god) pulls her shirt down as quickly as she pulled it up. They all giggle as they sped away. I slowed down, i thought i was going to be sick, or go blind or something.

If you haven't checked out Annabelle's pirate photo set you need to.

You can't call yourself a true pirate until you have.