I have had it with you, your promises and your arrogant assumptions that I need or want to be a part of your soul-sucking cult. This goddamned job is hard enough without you constantly goading all of us into taking more work than is reasonable for the average crew. Peer pressure is normal for high schoolers but you arrogant white men are both in your 60s and you should be ashamed of yourselves.
When you brought me on, you made me a promise: mentorship. It’s been 3 years and guess what? Haven’t kept it. When you brought me on, I also made an observation about your business: no succession plan means no future value. And guess what? I was right. Your business is imploding through a lack of management. I won’t invest my career or my future in it.
So, fellows, I’m out. I’m going to stick around through this cycle and let you pay me to shake hands and make myself a new deal in greener pastures. I’ve learned my lesson, but I doubt you’ve learned yours.
... a very unhappy young man growing up. Back in my University days, a friend fed me some magic mushrooms, and I was much happier. If I take mushrooms or acid or mescaline or something broadly "psychedelic" a few times a month, I am much happier, healthier, etc. Too bad the Fun Police criminalize them...heaven forbid people get too happy!
but I complained to the manager of my supermarket today (without mentioning the cashier's name) that I'm constantly having to tell the cashiers NOT to place heavy items on top of my bananas and tomatoes.
And this isn't just one cashier at this store, the first item they grab is my bananas and right to the bottom of the bag!
When I get home from work the last thing I feel like doing is cooking dinner.
My ex is an ex for so many reasons. One of those reasons is because of his habit of telling me I was a “good girl” for having an orgasm when we had sex.
Is a perfect language. Let’s just use it everyone! Or we can make everyone’s lives more difficult by learning 30 other languages and forming different cultural colonies. Looks like nobody in government has thought about the long term issues in Canada:
I've only been to Mexico once, but thanks to subtitled TV, I understand Spanish as well as French.
The first time we made love was outdoors in the summertime. She rubbed ripe mango on herself and I licked it off.
I am getting laid, so I shouldn't complain. My bf goes off or goes limp everytime we attempt a position change. It makes for boring/disappointing bedroom times. He's great in other ways, so I guess the trade-off is never having hot sex again.
I'm unsure of who to vote for. Our city is in such a crisis right now that this election is more important than ever. Last election I thought there needed to be a change as you could already see the decline of our community but the majority of those that voted kept it the same. What's going to happen this election? Who should we back? Can we save our city? So many questions and so little answers.
too hot, too cold.
too much,not enough.
too tight,too slack.
too dark, too bright.
i dont ask for too much.it's not too much to ask. there's another option in the middle.
work with me, help us find that porridge that's just right.
there's three bears in the story,remember?
Carling would you be a darling and come back to play?
I have always worn ladies tights have just put on tan pair of ladies looked print tights under my jeans from Nigel
When I was a kid growing up in Montreal, my uncle took me, my sister and our two friends for a walk to the park. We got ice cream and played on the playground for a bit. Things were going fine until there were some lowlife trashy thugs who made fun of our friends hair. My uncle went to tell them off. Big mistake! They made fun of his weight. He stood his ground and told them off which got them aggressive and they threw sand at us. My uncle charged at those bastards and they backed away. Then he looked at us and said “RUN!” And we all ran as fast as we could to the end of the park. We raced right across the street, into the alley then power walked back home. Thankfully those cowardly fuckers did not try to follow us home. Generally I’ve gotten over it, but it came back and haunted me yesterday. Looking back I still wonder to this day why not one person who lived across the park heard what went on and even bothered to call the police? Those bottom feedering losers could have had weapons on them. We could have been killed. I’ve never talked about this until now because it is just too painful. Thankfully the past is gone and buried.
you're a nice guy living the dream, matching socks, a french press, plenty of save-on rewards points, life is great, and then you meet a frog girl hotty, the best type of hotty because she has miles of skinny legs but she's got piles of oompf in the boompfs too, and then everything in your life is destroyed because she won't sleep with you even though you're a nice guy and she sleeps with everyone else, I mean I'm pretty sure she does, just look at what a mess she is, and you lose your save-on card and your coffee press breaks, and your socks get holes, and what the heck I'm a nice guy, damn it, look all the prettier girls like me so why don't you just like me back, and then you pee on her chair and creep her online for years.