Just got off work and am going to fresno to see Moxy and go to a Haunted House which I have been wanting to see for forever. It's going to be crazy. I haven't been to one since I was probably seven.
Work sucked my balls today, but I'm not going to focus on the negative aspects. I'm just going to let that shit go. A guy at work got a staph infection, allegedly, from a shitty tattoo he got done. We were joking that they were going to amputate his torso and have to turn him into Krang from TMNT to survive. Stupid asshole. Who gets a tattoo right where they bend over every day and soak it in lotion to the point of sogginess and expect good results.
Oh well at least we have a living legend in our shop. Fucking KRang, man. How cool is that. We were laughing so hard at that this morning.
And then we had this conversation about what is mor psychologicaly damaging, a guy with a small dick or a woman with small breasts. My argument was the man would be worse off because he still has to have sex using that thing. Fingers and toungue doesn't cut it forever. On the flip side, even small breasts still have the same sensitivity as incredibly large ones, and if a man knows WTF he is doing then he'll pay attention to them as much as anything else. We laughed our asses off for a few hours.
And then my friend Donavon was saying she wanted a new tattoo and will be calling Bobbysox. If she gets one I want to be there for it since she's a good friend. But the idea of her tattoo is horrifying. She wants one on the bottom of her foot just to see what it feels like. I'm like, "Fucking, hello, freak. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TICKLED!? If you get a tattoo there you're going to die."
She doesn't care though. She just wants a straight line to see what the feeling is like. I'm actually sitting here cringing right now, no shit. I am cringing thinking about the horrifying prosepects of a tattoo on the bottom of your foot. It would almost be as bad as getting your butthole tattood or the webbing between your fingers and toes. Who would do such a horrid thing? AHHHH!!!
Anyway, I need to get to bed. I am supposed to be in Fresno by 5pm for shoes and costume shopping and a hunted house around 8pm and here I am typing so fast that Carpal Tunnel is flaring up in every limb. Let's just say, thank whatever god is listening for energy drinks and power naps. Whoever invented that shit needs a nobel freaking peace pipe.
Alright, I'm out.
-Matt
P.S. Work can sure suck but once you get past the point of cynicism it's all laughs. We have the most fun when we're really screwed.
Work sucked my balls today, but I'm not going to focus on the negative aspects. I'm just going to let that shit go. A guy at work got a staph infection, allegedly, from a shitty tattoo he got done. We were joking that they were going to amputate his torso and have to turn him into Krang from TMNT to survive. Stupid asshole. Who gets a tattoo right where they bend over every day and soak it in lotion to the point of sogginess and expect good results.
Oh well at least we have a living legend in our shop. Fucking KRang, man. How cool is that. We were laughing so hard at that this morning.
And then we had this conversation about what is mor psychologicaly damaging, a guy with a small dick or a woman with small breasts. My argument was the man would be worse off because he still has to have sex using that thing. Fingers and toungue doesn't cut it forever. On the flip side, even small breasts still have the same sensitivity as incredibly large ones, and if a man knows WTF he is doing then he'll pay attention to them as much as anything else. We laughed our asses off for a few hours.
And then my friend Donavon was saying she wanted a new tattoo and will be calling Bobbysox. If she gets one I want to be there for it since she's a good friend. But the idea of her tattoo is horrifying. She wants one on the bottom of her foot just to see what it feels like. I'm like, "Fucking, hello, freak. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TICKLED!? If you get a tattoo there you're going to die."
She doesn't care though. She just wants a straight line to see what the feeling is like. I'm actually sitting here cringing right now, no shit. I am cringing thinking about the horrifying prosepects of a tattoo on the bottom of your foot. It would almost be as bad as getting your butthole tattood or the webbing between your fingers and toes. Who would do such a horrid thing? AHHHH!!!
Anyway, I need to get to bed. I am supposed to be in Fresno by 5pm for shoes and costume shopping and a hunted house around 8pm and here I am typing so fast that Carpal Tunnel is flaring up in every limb. Let's just say, thank whatever god is listening for energy drinks and power naps. Whoever invented that shit needs a nobel freaking peace pipe.
Alright, I'm out.
-Matt
P.S. Work can sure suck but once you get past the point of cynicism it's all laughs. We have the most fun when we're really screwed.
bleh
its kinda irritatiing when i feel like people dont take our profession seriously...