I need a job. Job job job.
I am getting my wish to get away from the Dayton area for a little while. I'm headed for the Toledo area in a couple weeks. I'll be tagging along with a friend from work and her boyfriend. It should be a good time.
You know that new Burger King commercial where the guy says "I'm Spicy!?" My three year old has been running around saying that for weeks. His mom told me they were in Taco Bell the other day when he stood up on the seat and yelled "I'm Spicy!"
Funny stuff.
Friday night I convinced one of my drunk friends to ask a crackhead for a quarter. My friend asked before the crackhead could and left him dumbfounded. It was great.
Friday night was also a night of much puking. I was watching a dancer at the club I was at and the guy sitting in front of me launched about 3 beers that previously resided in his stomach across the table. Then, my friends and I went to a restaurant after the bars closed down and I got to witness some girl in the men's room regurgitating the food she just ate. Scary, eh? I didn't realize that particular point until I was sober the next day.
I still need a job. Job job job. Someone get me hired at the Miller brewery in Trenton, OH.
I am getting my wish to get away from the Dayton area for a little while. I'm headed for the Toledo area in a couple weeks. I'll be tagging along with a friend from work and her boyfriend. It should be a good time.
You know that new Burger King commercial where the guy says "I'm Spicy!?" My three year old has been running around saying that for weeks. His mom told me they were in Taco Bell the other day when he stood up on the seat and yelled "I'm Spicy!"
Funny stuff.
Friday night I convinced one of my drunk friends to ask a crackhead for a quarter. My friend asked before the crackhead could and left him dumbfounded. It was great.
Friday night was also a night of much puking. I was watching a dancer at the club I was at and the guy sitting in front of me launched about 3 beers that previously resided in his stomach across the table. Then, my friends and I went to a restaurant after the bars closed down and I got to witness some girl in the men's room regurgitating the food she just ate. Scary, eh? I didn't realize that particular point until I was sober the next day.
I still need a job. Job job job. Someone get me hired at the Miller brewery in Trenton, OH.
oh dont remind me of alcohol and vomiting- not a nice night recently. im such an alcoholic- hey if u get a job with miller hook me up! ; )