I bet he treats his other employees this way. Hope they shit in his meals and ass-wipe his clothing and bedding. What a piece of nasty odiferous shit.
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The best quote about Trump's pre-election coverage that I've read is this: Trump was covered like a celebrity; Clinton was covered like a presidential candidate.
Earlier in the day, Super Smash Bros spilled out from the game console and into our den.
What happened? This is as near as I can make out: older bro sat on younger bro's head and then the younger bit down like a gator on the older's ass cheek and now the younger bro has a black eye and the older bro has a bite mark shaped bruise on his butt.
Screen time ended up being lost. And people went to a quiet place to reflect on why we don't smash our Bros in RL.
It's cold and rainy here and people had cabin fever. When I got home from work I was surprised to see that S hadn't sold them off to the merchant Marines - where, incidently, she learned to cuss like, you guessed it, a sailor.
"It'll be nice to take some time off and stay home with the boys," she said.
I get home and she looks like she was run over by a pack of wild dogs running with a gang of feral free range chickens.
That's my kind of crazy. Wish I had the PTO to ride that train. A wild pack of hell raisers flipping off a chilly rainy day.
Though if I had stayed home, we'd probably have missed the orthodontist appointment and we'd have had pizza for dinner (instead of teriyaki salmon, sticky rice, and roasted vegetables) - and we may or may not have exploded eggs in the microwave (in the name of science of course) and we might have made lots of gross sounds and laughed ourselves stupid at skater and bmx videos of dudes racking their nuts.
Or we may have slipped into a time warp and played Fortnite (aka Fart knight) all day.