With some luck, I became the manager at my store. We sell vintage and surplus military stuff in the village. It's an awsom store and all my co-workers rock out. But now my old job is callin me. And offering more money. Alot more money. I'm facing a horrible real hard choice between money or confort.
Choices, choices, choices.
Choices, choices, choices.
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money is evil, and perhaps sucks as much ass as relationships do (i'm down on them too lately). and that's a lot of sucking ass. they probably suck a multiplicity of asses in an ass-sucking factory in the ass-suck part of town where the lids are stolen from gas station toilets.