imma sucker for maiden
OUT IN THE WORLD
the taco bell triploopa box- for $7-ish, a man could do bedda.
the tp sitch
-asswipes
on the shelf
one four pack cottonelle and not ... i say NOT, ultra strong, for the loose stool we all, eventually sit on.
limit: one per customer... tp. not diarrhea; to each their own?
sux, i won't need it, til thurs, when there may only b single play, n tree bark; I'll stick with stick splinters the size of Gibraltar.
-socal networking: still a distant 6, only now, it's by cdc declaration. men, seem to have a problem, judging distances and area, so to speak. ladies... help us understand, it ain't a u.k., 6... ya get me. ;)
remember transformers, with that zappyzappy, cube? can we do something, like that, cheaply so taco bell can keep pace, with chalupa, demand? spay/array? does cv-2319, die a quick, painful death, via u.v. light? if so... cheap, line of actual protection vs buffet, sneeze quards and sick pens, at rx's. b nice if they had a pen u.v. cup, for a lil common pents.
do we not check big bills, under uv, also? uv cash boxes. lots of accessory ways to go, if u.v., works. entrances, cars, cell, etc.
now, I'm watching clerks, fool themselves into thinking they won't eventually scratch their balls, with the same gloves, that just took payments, from 100, customers.
golf ball wash? y not for person to person transactions, for glove dips, on both sides of the counter?
ladies... u get suckered into channel, phone n key fobs?
oc ladies r going to want to accessorize their toilet paper, beyond the first square, origami, waste... as hankies n face covers, of all types, become a part of life and hence, fashion... bitches will spend for decorative, hankies (meaning men, first), snot collectors, snot collector, collectors... bandanas, that sandler, pimp movie... the nose, chick- they'll want those... tastles n shit... clip on, accessories, celebrating pathogens, financial waste and death... anything for germs to b erased from.
the new Samsung... pretty cool macro to 100x... means i can tuck my microscope into my explosive vest. thank god... no bueno for mj, over 100x, trich wise.
went by my tired guys... just to check in.
the bashas (our, pigley wiggley), had the nonproxy, tp... no pt, no iso... home depot, had cheap comet. 2, only... I'll probably get a handy, or something. for g and the xxx, cleaning products were as good as flowers.
the 4 pack, alleged 24 roll, equivalent (dunno whether i ever fell for that; it's a four pack...), was $13. no lie. now, i don't remember ever payin above $24, tops... for a 96er so I'm sure i didn't just get gouged... mr president...
tire guys
-sc
what up, big dogg
any of your more struggling families, need any tp, or iso?
-big dogg
no, man... thanks, though. the big guy, took care of all of us, when it began.
see... these r the folks, who basically gave me, 4tires, for nuttin.
why would anyone, not want to b around assholes, like these.
thought about the black velvet, in terms of- every time this alleged, gazillionaire, sends out my friend for vice, he's saying my +60yr old friend's life, is worth less than what? $20? he can go fuck himself. this is the second time he's proven to be a douchebag. i don't care he wasn't so nice, to me. i have thin skin, obviously... stix n stoners; too lazy to carry baggage. when u treat my friends, like their lives aren't worth more than a buzz; an insects... I'm all outta favors, buddy. i won't b a party to your thinking it's ok to treat people none of us r better than and i could only hope to b like. I'm human to. now... he can go fugg-iself.
speaking of potheads... if we had licenses to exploit the suffering... we'd b killin it.
i went by the nastiest, clinic in our town... i mean i only went, once and i sawl everything i needed to know, in the first step of entry n spun right back around. had a line of about 15, wanting to pose for parking lot, mug shot competitions. no method, to the line up... pot heads really ain't about social distancing, for those who remember the 60s... naturally, they congratulated, to lean against each other and share the effort of breathing. nice work, if u can get it.
what's safer to the public? traffic to a grower's, residence, one , "huh?", at a time, or a line of 15, kickin it, within inches of each other? wouldn't u rather, questionable growers, die? so let us play and not pretend that when one state can supply gillyweed, without med card and my household, is on the hook, for $700 a year... and ur buddies have prevailing wage, pensioned jobs, in a position the recreational states, don't have use, for, much like myself... how do we excuse THAT... if the cdc ain't postin danja signs, about the ooo ooo dragon. fucking retarded.
service station:
so i get mine and go inside.
-sc
y'all r good to the hood... the shop, or any of the families of the workers, need tp, or iso?
-gurly
maybe
translation: help me, if ur able... i won't take advantage
naturally, a customer, pipes up
-bitch
YES! SURE!
translation: don't acknowledge my existence. you exist, only to serve my entitled, ass. I'll take everything you'll give and double of what u won't and resell it, with my family silver, by noon, if you're cool wit dat.
no, thanks. those who need it the most... quietest in the room and typically, won't serve up their young, over another they suspect to b more in need. nobody gives, like the poor. think fbook, will even notice, $25mil? doubt it.
momz donates more than she keeps for herself... learnt it, from her mother; i know... i was tugging her blouse, for whatever was left. i was present.
yup... oh and imma lil rusty, with the ladies. i forgot- we freaks, come out at night... nun for me!
it did depress me to think- no more lap dances... college attendance, gonna b nil...
c what i mean...
