Got shit on at work today, but nothing can keep me down. NASCAR racin is just a couple days away. Treatment royale in Charlotte can only mean one thing. And when I find out what, I'll tell you. The south is crazy.
The fat chick in the previous post is a specimen. I mean, really special.
Anywho, on the train this morning some guy wearing a green shirt with a tie and a yellow fleece (yeah, he looked like a children's show host) started eating garbage. At least that's what it smelled like. Then he washed it down with koolaid power mixed with gotorade. Serious.
Got to work and get shit on. Same f'ing guy. I fucking hate this guy.
Favorite guy I work with got his fannie pack stolen across the country. Devastation ensued.
I put on a display of boozin on Sunday. Hilarity ensued.
I still want to blow my brains out, but not until next week.
Peas.
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