So I'm checking out a customer, as in, taking their money in exchange for goods and services, not being all "Look at the tits on her", and a dog walks in the door. Cute dog, a little scruffy, golden retriever mix sorta dog. He walks around the counter and opens his mouth dropping twenty dollars at my feet. I take it, cash out 18 dollars worth of
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sorry i puked on the side of your truck a few years back...
~Ben
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Why are you so set on falling in love? I thought you were Mr. Patient? Mr. Happy by himself. Odd. Oh, One more thing . . .you better not be one of those boys who recycles songs. Baby's Got Sauce was one of our songs. You better recognize fool. :-P
Good luck finding what you need. ;)
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