Infinite9

If I’m not standing right there, looking like nothing in my life would make me more happy than to serve, you, dear customer, then the answer to your ridiculous question of “Can you ring me in pl0x?” is “Fuck no, bitch.”

Also note, that the counter is where I will ring you in if I’m not preoccupied ringing your neck, kthnxbai. Not over the ice cream table, a ledge and decent chunk of granite. The fucking counter you fools, have ever came out of your hick shack to shop before?

You wake up in the morning dans son lit, hot and sweaty inside your sauna of a room. You’ve slept in and don’t have time to shower. But that’s okay, because at least you can get rid of your hideous case of morning breath.

Or you could, if your dog hadn’t eaten your toothbrush.

Which is a shame. I tend to get close to things I give oral to on a daily basis. I don’t understand how people can have such loose relations with their toothbrush. It’s really a shame you don’t get to know it better.

…goes to the Butterfly Conservatory. Quite literally, people can’t understand why they can’t bring in their dogs. Ohwell. Sitting for lunch two days ago, one of the girls from inside the conservatory comes in squealing Jay Leno is in the conservatory. Let me repeat that for you Jay mutherfucking Leno is in in the conservatory. I don’t watch talk shows, so needless to say I was not very hyped up by this revalation.

However; I’d just like it to be known, Jay Leno’s wife took my pen.

Ashley was not impressed.