Neither the bedroll nor panty collection are particularly fragile.
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Neither the bedroll nor panty collection are particularly fragile.
Old ladies at the supermarket.
First, fuck Wegmans for always crowding the entrance with fruit displays and shit. As if that weren't enough of a bottleneck, Super Saver Lillian needs to walk two feet into the store, and then stop so she can look over her coupons. Just trying to get into the store is like a slalom run.
Then at the checkout, they HAVE to have the little separator piece of plastic thing between our sets of groceries. I walked into the line and the end of Grandmas groceries was right at the scanner. I placed my stuff a good foot and a half behind her shit on the conveyor. She gives me a look, grabs the separator and throws it in the 18 inches of nothingness that buffered her shit from mine. FUCK YOU LADY! I'M PRETTY SURE THAT AS SPACED OUT THE CASHIER IS, SHE'S SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW YOUR GROCERIES ENDED THERE, AND MINE BEGIN HERE!
I said" Oh thank God you put that there!" The cashier smirked.
So I'm finally cashed out, you think it's a clear shot to the parking lot?
OF COURSE NOT! Thirty seven blue haired yentas need to block the fucking exit and go over their receipts to make sure they got that nickel off of Depends.
I can tolerate the higher price of trying to eat healthier and not hit up fast food, but this shit is so annoying that it makes the drive thru look mighty fucking appealing.
Woe is the life of a fat man.
Yay for domestic violence. Shit sounded murderous. I get the feeling I'm going to be down a roommate soon.
There's no activity I hate more than puking.
I am getting really fucking sick and tired of everyone using "FML" to describe their day. Seeing this now gets me so angry, because the people that use it are nothing but a bunch of fucking cry babies. I want to smack them all right in their cock suckers
SMH