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****in damn! What an interesting person. Sumo wrestles, drives trucks, completed a marathon. Half of MusicBanter would kill to be half that cool

The OCD part of me wished he paced himself and came in at exactly twelve hours. He could have gasped for air for forty-nine seconds but no he had to push himself to the finish line asap.

Yes. Getting old is frustrating as hell. And of course ultimately we all lose it all. No happy endings.

Well, bring him on out. I can show him the places where all the cool old guys hang.

He might still be able to get an erection. In which case you’ll probably have to split up for a while.

I know I’m not funny anymore but my doctor said to keep trying.

Was that after it lasted more than 4 hours?

If that happens you’re supposed to call your veterinarian.

Just got sent home and told I'm being written up for insubordination. I walked in today and the air conditioning and broiler fan (that keeps the smoke from flooding the store) weren't working but it was breakfast so the broiler wasn't even on so whatever the handyman was supposed to be fixing it soon. It was still like 90 degrees in the store but I was doing prep which is easy work.

Then the handyman ****ed up and while trying to turn the breaker off for the broiler (which oh yeah wasn't working either) turned off the breaker for the whole store. So now our fryers fryers and registers were down and taking like a half hour to come back on so the manager sent me on break to save labor and when I come back the broiler, registers, and fryers are on but the air conditioning and the broiler fan are still down. Mother****er the temp had risen by like ten degrees and the store was like a hotboxed car. Smoke everywhere, it tasted like a house fire, that **** gets in your eyes, it's ****ing miserable.

So I say that I'm going to open the back door to get the smoke out and some cool air in and the manager is not having it cause she's paranoid about getting robbed. Keep in mind that we can only like half see each other from the smoke while being like ten feet away. We go back and forth and get heated and I'm just like, "Dude, I'm opening the back door", and go grab the keys to turn off the door alarm and she tells me to go home. "ALRIGHT, PEACE!"

****ing ant-minded drones working in inhumane conditions cause they're too scared to open a ****ing door.