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| Bev technically doesn't work at McDonald's anymore, but this was a good picture... --> ---> ----> Oh, and then there's me. In my gross, smelly, disgusting work shirt. |
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| Crazy people I work with: (and some info on them) |
| * manager ** uber-manager <> sexuality pending, or un-straight <>Me: Ugh. The drum major with a soap opera love life. <>*Becca: Taste the Rainbow, but only if it's laced with weed *Moore: Sublime, pot, beer, fishing Spike: 13 second cheeseburger **Smith: If Huey Lewis said to jump off a bridge? He'd do it. <>Jenn: We'll say they're volleyballs and donate them to the local high school. *Richard Powell: is funny when he's drunk *Skip: He can bowl, but he can't get laid. <>Jasmine: the other drum major. Everyone wants her tits (they're grrrreat!!) **Randy: wtf could I write about Randy? BIG BOY!! **Dee: IT'S NOT A MICROWAVE, IT'S A Q-ER!! *JJJ: is about twenty miles that way... when he's sober. Madren: the color green (cough) Yeah, I'm too lazy to think of all you other people right now, but you obviously know who you are. Bitch me out if you don't see your name, and I'll find something lewd and vulgar to say about you. |
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