Worst job I ever had was working as a manager at Ryan's Steakhouse. It was a Wednesday night which means that macaroni and beef was on the hot bar, indeed the only night of the week that it is served. Wednesday night is also kid's night at Ryan's, complete with Dizzy the Clown wandering from table to table entertaining the little bastards. It may seem that the events about to be told have little connection to those two circumstances, but all will be clear in a moment.
So I'm banging this retarded chick who's working the deep-fryer (well, they said she's retarded, but them titties weren't retarded) when I get called to the men's room. Some hillbilly shit up the place something fierce. I bring him a half-dozen wet towels and a few dry ones. I brought a mop and bucket and assured him that we would clean up anything that needed to be cleaned. Without giving me specific details, the hillbilly explained to me that what was going on in that stall that night was far in excess of what he would expect anyone to deal with, what with most of the folks working at Ryan's making minimum wage or just slightly above. At that moment, it dawned on me exactly the gravity of the situation. I went so far above the call of duty that night. I even had to hook up a hose and hose that fat hillbilly fuck down like Shamu at Sea World.
All that and he didn't even leave a tip.
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The day you give your heart to Jesus, He will set you free.
One time at band camp, I stuck a flute in my pussy
Way to kill the momentum...
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When my wife first got her iphone, the next morning before work I took it and snapped a shot of my crank and then associated it with my number. Later that day I called her at work (among other things she lobbies at the State Capitol). Of course my member popped up on the screen. She got the call at the capitol, but I don't think anyone saw it.![]()
I worked at a pizza place in college. I don't know if anyone has ever sacked a beer -- it's where when someone goes to the bathroom or steps away from the table, you drop your nuts in their beer without their knowledge. At the restaurant, we talked about sacking pies of customers that pissed us off. One night a friend who is a server came back to the kitchen and asked if I would sack a pie for this table that came in late and was giving him a hard time. So I poured the pizza sauce in a container and took it back to the bathroom. I dipped my balls in the sauce, then cleaned the sauce off my sack. Checked the sauce for pubes, then applied it to the pizza. We cooked the pizza at 500 degrees so it was sanitized to some effect, but still gave them their just deserts.
Later when the server was doing his side work, I heard him singing to the tune of December 1963 (Oh What a Night), "Come in late, we'll sack your pie."
lil ball hair never killed anyone.
wasnt the hassle of having to wash off your balls more trouble?![]()
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