back at worst temp job ever

and i finally figured out what to do with my time…

…drink as much of their crappy burnt coffee as I can stomach. This causes me terribly smelly gas, which I then release as silently as possible while filing in the boss’ office. It brings me infinitely more pleasure than dramatically mouthing the lyrics to the soft rock playing in the background.

Of course my absolute favorite activity remains flirting with the auto mechanics. You might say that they’re the Mercedes Benz of auto mechanics. And they sure are cute in those Dickies. Except the old and fat ones. Eww.

It backfired, though, this late morning. I was in the process of snaring my favorite Russian mechanic when my gas wasn’t nearly as silent as I’d expected. It also solved the mystery – if there had been any mystery – as to where the smell was coming from. It’s their damn fault for having such shitty coffee anyway. I’m on to them. The French Roast is totally the same as the House Blend.

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  1. so…. you farted in front of a cute boy, is that the point of this post? bwahahaha. ha. hehe. now you know how i feel when…. well, pretty much always.

  2. so…. you farted in front of a cute boy, is that the point of this post? bwahahaha. ha. hehe. now you know how i feel when…. well, pretty much always.

  3. yeah, same deal at my work. the only discernable difference between the various “blends” is the amount of caffeine they contain. weird this is that the “decaf” still has level 2 caffeine; the highest caffeine level is a 5+. good thing i don’t go in for the weak-ass decaf bullshit anyway.

  4. yeah, same deal at my work. the only discernable difference between the various “blends” is the amount of caffeine they contain. weird this is that the “decaf” still has level 2 caffeine; the highest caffeine level is a 5+. good thing i don’t go in for the weak-ass decaf bullshit anyway.

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