BEN- YOU OWE ME THIRTY DOLLARS.

[teralynn]

Today an old cowboy brought me barbecue chicken for dinner at work. I ate it, and have concluded that there is little shame in taking food from strange men. Once this man- Bobby Little- also brought me a bottle of "Green Sauce" which is good "fo' real cajun cookin,'" and that was certainly a weird gift as well. Still, I imagine such thoughtful

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[eatmykungfu]

What if you devoted all the time you spent thinking about how you are thinking about petty shit to only thinking about petty shit... then maybe something could be done about this petty shit. Think about that one... yeah...

I will give you thirty dollars this week. I swear to god. I honestly haven't been carrying any cash on me for a while, for some reason. And I didn't figure you took debit card. AND... here's a fun story... my drunk-ass boss lost my check from last week. See? Wasn't that fun? Anyway.... when do you work?

[teralynn]

yeahhh...I thought about it. You have somewhat of an obscure, but definitive point. I vow to think about petty shit more so I can put an end to it all.

Sorry you have a drunk-ass boss Benny. If you see me at work, I can probably take your debit card & then remove cash from the drawer. Or, cash works too. Working wed. 2-10, thurs. 2-10, fri. 6-10 and 10-6 Saturday & Sunday. Next week looks pretty much the same. You better come.

[kelsaroo182]

Bobby Little. Ew. I must say that personally, I find attention from 44-year-old creeps is worse than no attention at all. But that's just me, Blue.