Popp-Man
I'd like to begin today by wishing my Common Law Husband Jesse Popp a very happy day on the anniversary of his birth.
I found the gates to hell. They open at the Target on Atlantic Ave in Brooklyn, NY. Avoid at all costs. Minimum wage demons dressed in red seek to destroy your spirit. No other "shopper" is to be trusted as they will steam roll you for a genric box of nutty bars. Suffering and torment will supercede all bargains.
Detroit Tigers are 18-9! Maybe the only thing keeping me from hanging myself from my shower rod. That and in order to hang from my shower rod I'd have to bend my legs or else I'd just be standing there with a belt around my kneck. I refuse to do too much work, even to that end. (this is a joke, not a cry for help)
Finally got cable television yesterday. After a four month forced sabbatical I felt blood flow to my mason dixon line upon it's installation. I love T.V. and I carry no shame with that admission. Staying up late watching television is just another right that those undocumented workers were fighting for in the streets the other day. They want to be able to work their shit job and go home and watch Telemundo until they fall asleep. If that's not fucking American I don't know what is. I want to skip the shit job and just watch cable until I pass out. So it works for me, them taking care of the job part. Stay as long as you like my borthers and sisters, I picked strawberries once, no thank you. (I support all immigrants in every type of job. By no means was the previous sentence to mean they are only good at agriculture)
I found the gates to hell. They open at the Target on Atlantic Ave in Brooklyn, NY. Avoid at all costs. Minimum wage demons dressed in red seek to destroy your spirit. No other "shopper" is to be trusted as they will steam roll you for a genric box of nutty bars. Suffering and torment will supercede all bargains.
Detroit Tigers are 18-9! Maybe the only thing keeping me from hanging myself from my shower rod. That and in order to hang from my shower rod I'd have to bend my legs or else I'd just be standing there with a belt around my kneck. I refuse to do too much work, even to that end. (this is a joke, not a cry for help)
Finally got cable television yesterday. After a four month forced sabbatical I felt blood flow to my mason dixon line upon it's installation. I love T.V. and I carry no shame with that admission. Staying up late watching television is just another right that those undocumented workers were fighting for in the streets the other day. They want to be able to work their shit job and go home and watch Telemundo until they fall asleep. If that's not fucking American I don't know what is. I want to skip the shit job and just watch cable until I pass out. So it works for me, them taking care of the job part. Stay as long as you like my borthers and sisters, I picked strawberries once, no thank you. (I support all immigrants in every type of job. By no means was the previous sentence to mean they are only good at agriculture)
posted by Vince at 12:50 PM
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