Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Rum and coke

So. I try not to goto work sober if I can help it. And tonight, it was rum and coke. Well, I misplaced my drink earlier...

Which is fucking -deadly-. Getting away with this sorta shit is nightshirt only business.

If someone from morning shift, like a certain store manager, or franchise owner, finds it, and happens to notice what is is, pretty much everyone on nightshirt gets fired. Its a lose-lose situation.

BUT I JUST FOUND MINE.

Holy flaming couches batman!

3 shots of bicardi down the mother fucking hatch!

Cheers bitches!

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