It took me an embarrassingly long time to process this joke. I’ve also have never seen this cartoon before, but my younger cousin seems to really be obsessed with it.
Returned to medical volunteering at concerts after several months of hiatus. Thought to myself, “Miranda Lambert? This is going to be chill.” NOPE. I know better than this. Country concerts are always rowdy. Nearly got trampled over by an intoxicated guy twice my size who said he was going to call his dad to sue me and other drunken babble nonsense. Twenty-three years old and has to call his daddy. Whoooaaa scaaaary.
Shaddup and lay down, tough guy. Poor thing couldn’t even dial the phone. His fat fingers kept missing the screen of his gigantic Samsung Galaxy.
Don’t play to the fans
When I was writing Kitchen Confidential I was getting up at 5:30 a.m. and working on it for a couple of hours before I would go into work. I was writing it for a free newspaper and the fact that I was pretty sure no one was going to read it was very liberating. I didn’t…
Charge RN: It was a disastrous day, but no one died!
I totally earned my check this pay period. It’d better be fat. Thank goodness I have the next 3 days off.
I probably don’t say it enough, but I do love my job. I’m thankful to be working part-time and making money to support my leisurely lifestyle.
If I ever get to working full time, I hope the hospital converts to 12-hour shifts, so I can get 4 days off!
I was at a Singaporean restaurant the other night and as I was paying the bill and leaving, this scruffy French guy at the next table kept looking at me. Like, are you enamored by ALLLL THIS or trying to kill me with your death stare? Anywho, I scrunched up my brows and gave him a “WTF you starin’ at?” look and booked it out of there.
And that is why I am single.