Showing posts with label Ow my fucking hand. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ow my fucking hand. Show all posts

Monday, August 16, 2010

Day 3

According to the sheet of paper the movie times are printed on at work, here's a record of everything I said today in absolutely no order, as it's presented on the sheet in a hugely random way:

No cleaning lights anywhere. Same as before.
Working here nights.
Why?
Shall the roasting begin with "your mama" jokes? Too base? We can do better?
That "Dizzy" movie looks like total garbage.
11:30-12:30
BJ?
They were off when the films started- I checked.
You're gonna sleep well.
I was gonna jerk off last night then got distracted by a wiki article on a Russian mass murderer cannibalist pedophile. Killed the mood. Pun not intended.
13 hour shift.
If a disconcertingly adorable girl named Sarah comes up here's a ticket
I turned them off.

13 hours, that's the gist of it.

EDIT: BJ is a PERSON not a proposition.