At work tonight i (a waiter) dropped a tray of 6 dinners onto the floor and had one plate in my hand with a pasta dinner that also slid off. I yelled a few bad words and then drove the empty plate into the floor as hard as i could shattering it through the resturant. I was already having a bad night because people grabbed my salmon dinner and fucked 2 whole orders up. It was a shitty night and i saved some broken ceramic chunks for a memory of the worst day of work i ever had. I may use it to teach my kids a lesson one day. After work i went to my friends area and we all hung out at a bar and i met a few hot girls and got some prospects and saw a bunch of peeps from back a few years ago. So things are looking up after all.
As for the last you will hear from me, it is until the BBQ. I will actually TALK to you there, not TYPE. It has nothing to do with leaving the board. See ya later.
As for the last you will hear from me, it is until the BBQ. I will actually TALK to you there, not TYPE. It has nothing to do with leaving the board. See ya later.