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Fear Not

Fear not friends, I haven't suddenly become popular with the "coke addicts" -- I've just been really busy with my public speaking class, and with my sno-conery. So busy in fact, as I type this, I haven't actually had sex in a little over a week.

NIGGERS

I do actually have some material to update over, so let me get my brain through that information and then I'll have excellent glimpses of my life aired on this site.

NIGGERS

I work at an unnamed stand which dispenses frozen confections. I serve sugar mixed with water to the obese Oklahomans. When such customers aren't at walmart, they are at my stand, standing slack jawed while they attempt to read every one of our flavors. Out Loud. To their fat kids, who generally can't read anyways.

Now that you've been prefaced about the type of situation I'm in, throw into the mix an explosive bitch, who was previously mentioned. Now my said person has the special ability to make any workday harder and more stressful anytime she wants. She puts a certain spin on things so it makes you feel you want to cut off your own ear with a straight razor and then douse your head in gasoline.

So, these two entities haven't given me shit on the same day yet. But a few days ago, fuck if I remember the exact day, I drive by the stand and I notice a buzz of construction shit all over the parking lot, and vehicles all up on my stands biznass. So much in fact that i can't get to the stand, nor can anyone else. So naturally the thought of my bloated cowslut ripping my ass over this while stoned wasn't appealing. I called her on "the cell" and told her what was up. I was then instructed a bunch of technical shit to tell these guys, something about 'staying open' and 'power won't be on for 3 days' and something else like 'i've never given 2 construction workers a blowjob at the same time, you sure its safe?'

So I go talk to these half wit construction workers who aren't skilled enough to take a piss without getting some on them to move their shit because i have to serve child-diabetics slow death in a cup. Inbetween sifting through their awe of the amazing combination of sugar water and ice, and me picturing 8 year old manatee-fat children and their tits bouncing gleefully as they approached the stand, we managed to communicate the idea of moving their shit out of the way for a few days.

i told them not to tear up the concrete a certain distance away from the stand until thursday because we need to get a flatbed in there on whenever. well, the first day worked out well. they moved their shit, i opened, we were all happy especially fat niggers. the next day i don't have to work, so it just so happens that i was high around 1 in the afternoon, when above mention cowslut calls me and she's _flipping_ "danny they tore up the concrete omg how are we gonna move the stand oh no this is bad i thought you told them i'm a nigger slut no i never sucked my fathers cock i can't stay closed till thursday we need to be open i eat my own placenta' you get the idea, and also while being stoned the fuck out, this presented a dilemma. So i have to go to the sno cone stand, and i do. Expecting to see mushroom clouds of dust, mounds of rubble, and my stand inbetwixt all this, i just see the exact thing i had asked them to do. not fuck with my shit. (cowslut, bloated) had heard 'conflicting reports' apparently. so she effectively 1. ruined my high. 2. shot down my boner, and 3. pissed me off, all on a whim.

I told my sister who was in town "man, i don't like dealing with that shit high" and Lindsay, ultimate pothead to the max hard pipe hittin nigga, says "shit Danny, i don't like dealing with that shit not high".

another quote from my sister, to my mother:

"bitch i'm gettin high!"

another quote from my pothead sister, to my big tittied mother:

"you're going to have to get comfortable with the fact that there isn't going to be a day that doesn't go by without me smoking weed. not until i'm at least 27"

This is where I take a pause in my life, sit down, and take a hearty laugh. I laugh and think to myself 'boy was that fucked up, I thought they had messed with our shit and my boss was going to be pissed at me! boy I dodged a bullet!"

I thought this shit was over. 'Twas not friends, it turns out to be long and arduous. Like my penis. I think.

So, the next day rolls around, the 3rd day of this ordeal. My day starts off shitty because I had to go to wake up really early, go to class, nair my asshole, and I had forgotten my cell phone before going to work. I knew some shit was gonna go awry when I had forgotten my fucking cell phone. fuck fuck fuck. I open the stand no problem, and i'm serving customers for about 30 minutes. Then these spic assed jew cocks start putting up a fucking fence around my stand so nobody can get in or out. I HAVE TO CALL MY BOSS AND TELL THEM and I have no cell phone! Fuck cock ass!

It all sorta turned out, but it's quite the dramatic ordeal when you look at it as being a f'ing temporary business.

I hadn't actually planned on putting this update up so soon, otherwise I would have dug up the picture of julia child's tits that i have hidden, and putten it up. I myself enjoy a good update with photos.

Posted by EclectiC at May 21, 2004 04:40 PM