My daddy called me on my way home from work...
"Hey, you coming straight home?"
"Yes daddy, what's up?"
"How far away are you?"
"Bout 5 minutes...what's up?"
"I'm cooking you a steak, wanted to make sure it was hot and ready when you got home."
AWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!! I love he!
My dad still gives me money and even packs my lunch sometimes even though I'm 25 and have a kid of my own...he's spoilt (yes...with a 'T' cause I have far surpassed spoiled) me...maybe that's one of the reasons I haven't met a man who can handle me...give me what I want and take my bitching but tell me to "shut the fuck up" when I need to be put in my place. Happy 61st Birthday to my daddy.
Anywho, I got a case of the Mondays...well had cause it's actually Tuesday since it's after midnight...I wanted to cuss out more than one customer today...I wish I could have a recording play before the customer gets through...something like:
"Don't call up in hea (yea...hea) wit no bullshit cause I ain't bout to have it okay?"
I think all things should have a disclaimer...I think its a very effective means of communication, almost like a preview of coming attractions.
It works with my coworkers...yes...that's a sign at my desk...I got a bad attitude in the morning...so what? Betcha don't nobody fuck with me before noon!
Even with a bad attitude I still get awards (yes those cans of rockstar energy drinks are awards...hey...IT'S A RECESSION lol)
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I think all fathers should spoil their daughters TO DEATH. nothing wrong w that.
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