Cashier Observations

I am so tired of seeing leathery, wrinkled cleavage of women buying cigarettes.

Someone has to do it

Sometimes it comes down to the fact that there is no one else to ring the register. So I do, because it's an amazingly appropriate use of my talents and salary. It's fine, and I say FINE like a 16 yr-old sorority brat picking up her new BMW and they don't have it in Cherry Red like she wanted, but it's FINE that they only have it in Flame Red. But her daddy will be calling in the morning.

Drunk

Sometimes I think I'm more selective about the product I put in my hair than the penis's I put in my mouth.