kingmike

I've decided to stay at home for the time being. All things considered the old lady that would be living downstairs from us was the biggest dealbreaker, along with the fact that I'd be spending a hell of a lot more to live there. I also wasn't sure of how long Eric and Rick would be along, as Eric is unemployed and Rick is going to be looking for a new job soon.

Scubs, cheese, my dog, hmm, what to post about? I heard this conversation at work today at the picnic table (pretty much the only place to eat instead of your desk) where one of the girls, Jami, was talking about farts, poop, and queefs. Girls don't fart or poop. Old ladies do that. Jami is funny. She just says whatever. She was talking about buying pants a couple of weeks ago, and she was complaining that they didn't have any in her size, all they had was "size fat ass." LOL. I really do appreciate a girl who can talk about ridiculuous shit and not be all embarrassed. If only the people at work knew what my sense of humor was, oh boy, that could be disasterous.