Monday, September 5, 2011

Day 191: Shit yourself car rides with Tamara and Erin.

Some quotes from a pretty epic morning of sleep deprived barely adults on a sugar rush:
Tamara: *reading a Snapple lid* Bees have hair on their eyes.
Erin: Why THE FUCK do they have hair on their eyes?
Tamara:*chokes on drink*

Tamara: I'm going to give it to Cory when I get home but he probably won't want it right away.
Erin: This where my future husband and I would get a divorce. "Honey! I brought you a candy bar!" "Thank sweetie, but I'll eat it later!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND EAT IT RIGHT NOW OR WE'RE GETTING A DIVORCE AND I'M LEAVING THESE ASSHOLE KIDS WITH YOU BECAUSE THEY ALL LOOK LIKE YOU WHICH MEANS THEY ARE DAMN UGLY!"
Tamara: *pissing herself* That's so horrible. Funny. But horrible.

Erin: It was so horrible that Donna sent an email to the other supervisors basically telling them that I had had a fucking horrible night and that if Paula had any shit to spew about it that she could go suck a dick. I was thinking about how I would have worded that message had I been Donna. "It was crazy up in there. It was so crazy that I'm pretty sure Erin shit herself twice. That's how fucking crazy it was."

Erin: I mean, I come into work in the worst moods and I'm like "GODDAMNITPISSSHITFUCKCOCKASSTESTICLES..." *giant smile at fake guest* Hi! How may I help you?

Erin: I mean the grill looked like someone shit all over it. And she didn't understand why I wanted to clean it. Fat people. I swear. She didn't need a fucking hot dog. She needed to walk off the calories she gained just by looking at my hot dogs.

Tamara: what do I want to drink? Hmmm... oh-
Erin: GRAPE JUICE! HOLY SHIT!

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