Hunter Lather
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I often like to think about what it would be like if we were all suddenly transported back to hunter-gatherer times. You know, when people had to fight to survive, contribute to the greater good of the community, and generally be productive members of society.
I usually indulge in this daydream while trying to enjoy a movie at the theater, and some creephole is talking/eating/texting loudly during a film that I paid $12 freaking dollars to watch. Listen here, twat. You would have to pay ME to listen to your insipid teeny-bopper conversations, so shut. The hell. UP. Oh my God. I should kick the living crap out of you. Twice!
Gaah! And it’s so unfair to me that I would be the one to get in trouble for beating the sanchez out of these rude asses. Like, I am just trying to restore social order here. They are the ones that can’t function in public.
Throughout like every other time in humanity, some awesome alpha would have pwned a d-bag like that for being so disruptive. And as a result, everyone else would be able to continue enjoying themselves, applaud and possibly reward said alpha with gratuitous nookie, and other potential d-bags would watch this vicious beating take place and think, dang. I guess I better shut the eff up, huh?
Stupid modern laws.
I usually indulge in this daydream while trying to enjoy a movie at the theater, and some creephole is talking/eating/texting loudly during a film that I paid $12 freaking dollars to watch. Listen here, twat. You would have to pay ME to listen to your insipid teeny-bopper conversations, so shut. The hell. UP. Oh my God. I should kick the living crap out of you. Twice!
Gaah! And it’s so unfair to me that I would be the one to get in trouble for beating the sanchez out of these rude asses. Like, I am just trying to restore social order here. They are the ones that can’t function in public.
Throughout like every other time in humanity, some awesome alpha would have pwned a d-bag like that for being so disruptive. And as a result, everyone else would be able to continue enjoying themselves, applaud and possibly reward said alpha with gratuitous nookie, and other potential d-bags would watch this vicious beating take place and think, dang. I guess I better shut the eff up, huh?
Stupid modern laws.
Home Depot Dismemberment
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Nelle and I went to buy some gorgeous kitchen paint at Home Depot the other day, which should be a completely uneventful story, except for that I almost amputated my own fingers while carrying the stupid gallons of paint around by their poorly engineered handles. My paws seriously turned purple, y’all. PURPLE! I know, right?! That’s like the most embarrassing possible way lose a body part. In fact, I’m embarrassed that I even just told you.
The only way I’d want to have my fingers lopped is because I like, reached into the jaws of a bull shark to save a baby. Or better yet, became an amputee at the hands of another amputee. Which is impossible, you see.
Heh heh heh.
The only way I’d want to have my fingers lopped is because I like, reached into the jaws of a bull shark to save a baby. Or better yet, became an amputee at the hands of another amputee. Which is impossible, you see.
Heh heh heh.
New Giggity
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So as you have probably heard by now, I have a new job!!! I’m so excited, I just sharted a little.
Of course, my former company helped to loosen my bowels during my exit interview when the HR partner morphed from unassuming and lispy into Samuel L. Jackson upon telling me that she knew I had been applying for other jobs. She even quoted a personal e-mail in which I said I was happy to job hunt on their dime…from memory. Can you say terrifying?!?!
Um, so wow, am I grateful as hell to be moving to a new company, not only to get back into writing and to work for a boss that’s so superfly, she hired me whilst home on maternity leave, but also because I’m pretty much over chillin’ in 1984. I did that once, and I was entirely too adorable to keep tabs on. Behold:
Wish me luck babies…I start on April 1st and can’t freaking wait!!!
Of course, my former company helped to loosen my bowels during my exit interview when the HR partner morphed from unassuming and lispy into Samuel L. Jackson upon telling me that she knew I had been applying for other jobs. She even quoted a personal e-mail in which I said I was happy to job hunt on their dime…from memory. Can you say terrifying?!?!
Um, so wow, am I grateful as hell to be moving to a new company, not only to get back into writing and to work for a boss that’s so superfly, she hired me whilst home on maternity leave, but also because I’m pretty much over chillin’ in 1984. I did that once, and I was entirely too adorable to keep tabs on. Behold:
Wish me luck babies…I start on April 1st and can’t freaking wait!!!
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