Imagine that the combination title is sung in the tune of each song it’s referencing. “All My Friends are Metalheads” and “Smokin’ in the Boys Room”.
Yesterday I had to work late. So I had no time to blog.
They have me carry stacks of pans. But the problem is that they are very heavy and slippery. I can’t grip them well.
I’m so ready to leave this place I was mentally checked out during my whole shift.
I don’t really care I tell him “take it up with the people who put the dough in the pan in the first place.” That wasn’t me. This is me not caring and not being complacent.