put it where it doesn't belong
there's no other way to say it, my day at the SS has been a fucking mess. i'm brutally bored, my blood is up and i'm on the verge of blowing my promising career in giftware to smithereens.
fortunately this furrow browed, death inducing day has not been without humor. five minutes ago, while i was puzzling over a stack of long-ignored invoices, i heard patty smith, my sweet, slot machine lovin', 65 year old co-worker, matter-of-factly repeating the following titles to a customer:
"want a whipping?
clean clothes, dirty mind.
want to get lucky?
thanks for making me stretch.
you and wine are best drunk."
after she completed her list, i about shit. i had no idea that we had decided to carry the "hustler home accents" line.
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