At my liquor store, we love dogs. We have a can of cookies under the counter that a lot of the dogs know about and will head straight for when they come in. We might as well be called The Cookie Store. Most of them are wonderful dogs, and I place the same rules upon them as I do upon people: If you're going to be in the store, don't knock over the bottles and don't pee on anything.
This is Buck:
He's adorable.
Showing posts with label dirty jokes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dirty jokes. Show all posts
16 February 2013
22 January 2013
In Your Endo.
My first job
was an A&W. That’s a lie,
sorry. My actual first job was at a clothing store, but I was only there for
the summer, and I was only 13, so it barely counts. My first real
job was A&W, and I was a couple months from turning 16. I was also, shall we say, shy and
innocent. I had, ehm, a sheltered
childhood that did not allow much TV or music to sway me towards a ‘secular’
lifestyle. Without going into too much
detail, let’s just say I wouldn’t have recognized a dirty joke if it came up
and turkey-slapped me.
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