Work work work.

So work has me on every night and every fucking morning and the back dock is like an oven except minus the cum stains, don't ask me why my oven has cum stains it just does. The only saving grace of all this work is I'm getting paid over 400 bucks a week after tax, so soon enough I'll be able to afford strippers....with dicks. Trust me dicks cost extra.

The morning shifts are gay too because you get loads of old people asking you where shit is, only old people are awake when the store opens, who else would be depraved enough to wait outside the doors for the store to open? They zerg in like its resurrection evil or something and start tearing at the shelves as the poor employees scream 'WTFBBQ' and run for the back dock.

But I shall hold out for the money and the male on male action amongst pallets out the back. Actually its mostly just been solo male on male action but I'm sure I'll be able to convince a boy child through the plastic doors for a brand new spraygun toy powered by suckage.