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To the custodian on my job,
Quit wearing shorts. I know it's hot, but those pasty sticks are making my day go BAD. Also, quit talking to me all the time. I told you, you're older than my father, you have kids older than me and I just don't do old white men. Pray for a wife instead of preaching to me.
To my SO,
Get it together or you will get left. If I didn't like you so much, I would know your name by now. Again, you need to be thanking your lucky stars that I gave you a 2nd chance but I see how much it means. Goodbye and good luck
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