Originally posted by raggingbull2003: I freakin hate my job. Last night my father came to the resturant to have some drinks with some pals. He winded up getting smashed and dancing the table. Today I had to give the answer, "no my dads not retarded," at least a hundred times.
Why I felt the urge to post this, I have no idea.
You can post what you like that is the point and story was quite funny.
Who's keyzer soze?
How are thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip-oil. Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles you eunich jelly thou.
