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So after eating Pringles from a cannister yesterday, I’m now sitting in my office eating leftovers from my kid’s dinner last night. A container of macaroni, broccoli and cheese with cut up hot dogs mixed in. Am I officially white trash? What next? Will I be drinking Bud and frying up a turkey in my wife beater next to a trailer, with a half-smoked Camel sticking out of my mouth and a John Deere baseball cap on?
“Please, someone tell me, what the hell kind of job would one have where they have to be dressed up in a business fashion yet it would be perfectly acceptable to have their booty hanging out?”
Public relations. One of the good things about this business.
So after eating Pringles from a cannister yesterday, I’m now sitting in my office eating leftovers from my kid’s dinner last night. A container of macaroni, broccoli and cheese with cut up hot dogs mixed in. Am I officially white trash? What next? Will I be drinking Bud and frying up a turkey in my wife beater next to a trailer, with a half-smoked Camel sticking out of my mouth and a John Deere baseball cap on?
I wish there were nice back porches here. At the Death Star, PR stands for Pathetic Rumps.
Snappy & bxgrl – I’m up for a gathering.
Sanppy & bxgrl – I’m up for a gathering.
Sell it baby!
Yes, I meant the back porch. But, there’s a lot of frontal action, too. It’s PR!
no he meant ass. i distinctly remember a while back ENY saying he was more of an ass than a breast man.
*rob*
ENY, really or did you meant boobies hanging out?
“Please, someone tell me, what the hell kind of job would one have where they have to be dressed up in a business fashion yet it would be perfectly acceptable to have their booty hanging out?”
Public relations. One of the good things about this business.