As if the tragedy of an extremly hairy, 400 lb lesbian professional dog walker/sitter/groomer and her cavalcade of canines toppling him over on his way to the subway weren't enough of a setback that fateful morning, Rick's favorite hair gel wasn't in stock at his local pharmacy. This meant that while sitting in his cubicle at Nunzio G. Cenatiempo Carting crunching numbers, he would undoubtedly hear an onslaught of unkind words and hurtful slurs aimed at his Alfalfa like calic from the procession of truck drivers and sanitation engineers who resembled gorillas more than actual humans. Rick's cubicle was situated in a position where every single employee at the sanitation carting giant would walk past it, at least twice a day to punch in and then out at the beginning and end of their respective shifts,but the drivers and engineers would pass almost 20 times a day punching in and out as outlined in the new union handbook. I guess he would just have to raise the volume on his ipod to a volume loud enough that his favorite Maroon 5 album would drowned out their rude and emotionally scarring insults...
"One morning I woke up and found my favorite pigeon Julius had died. I was devastated and was gonna use his crate as my stickball bat to honor him. I left the crate on my stoop and went in to get something and I returned to see the sanitation man put the crate into the crusher. I rushed him and caught him flush on the temple with a titanic right hand he was out cold, convulsing on the floor like a infantile retard. "
Latvian Joke 1: Man is hungry. He steal bread to feed family. Get home, find all family have sent Siberia! “More bread for me,” man think. But bread have worm.
Jaysus! Is that Rosario Dawson? I came by here to tell you that fucking song of yours is stuck in my head, but I got totally distracted by that picture.
You should take a look at the last comment on my page. It's just ... Well, I guess it's akin to a frail old man in a wheel chair taking shots at Tyson about his right hook becoming weak.
