Flak you, it works in text.The Big Cheese wrote:That's a Flak 88. Pronounced Fl-Ack, not Flak-e.
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SAINTS ROW TWO EL OH EL
Company of Heroes?
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They were maid of wood?The Big Cheese wrote:all I think is the wood things from Animal Cross, or those greek sandwich things
what do
Shock and awe.
[5/13/2013 11:55:56 PM] Mr.Mander: "Obama announces Boys Love japanese textbook manga anthology" WOULD make a much better headline
[5/13/2013 11:58:45 PM] egoat: th-thanks, obama?
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"Find your Friends" features on websites and instant messangers (Facebook, Skype, etc)
It's not that I don't want people to know what my skype is, it's just if I want you to know what it is I'LL FUCKING TELL YOU MYSELF.
STOP letting annoying retards that I blocked WEEKS ago get in contact with me, you fucking shitty websites.
It's not that I don't want people to know what my skype is, it's just if I want you to know what it is I'LL FUCKING TELL YOU MYSELF.
STOP letting annoying retards that I blocked WEEKS ago get in contact with me, you fucking shitty websites.
Is that an ad you get on your browser, or on your desktop? If the latter, you may want to download a real adware/spyware blocker and run itMr. Mander wrote:I have this one thing that calls itself a Spyware blocker and tries to get me to download it. And it pops up like every half an hour.
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For fuck sakes. Why can't you just set one day aside where you train me? Really? Is it that hard? I will stay for the 6 hour shift, you don't have to send me home in 3 hours because it's the winter and it's dead. I could use the fucking practice, even if it's not with a customer. Hell, that'd be BETTER. When I'm working with customers I panick the fuck out and do everything wrong.
No, instead you train me by making me have ice-cream cones for like 15 minutes, and then I make a cake and you send me into the fray. I'm terrified of working the till or making anything but blizzards for these people because I don't. fucking. know. how. And you say it's fine if I don't know and I can just come ask you - but if I don't know how to make the strawberry upside down cheesecake whatever the fuck ice-cream treat, you give me some vague directions about "a splash of milk, a scoop of strawberries, and some pie pieces." No, you don't have to show me where any of these things are. OF COURSE I instinctively know. I mean, I'm obviously psychic afterall, and this isn't only my second day and I'm not freaking the fuck out because someone has given me there cheddar and is expecting a decent product I don't fucking know how to make. Not to mention I have said like 57 fucking times since my first day that this is my first job ever and I'm really nervous. Nope, obviously I'm totally chillaxed and won't panic when I don't know how to do something.
And when the girl who's supposed to be working the drivethru comes and tries to make conversation when I'm making something I have next to no experience making, sure, I'll be talkative and inviting and prattle on about how "I love this job because it's never busy", and make myself look like an ungrateful waste of space.
And then when I'm standing around asking if I can practice or something, sure, send me to the back to do dishes instead. That'll really fucking help me when the diner rush comes and I have to make sundaes and waffle bowls when I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA HOW BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T EVEN SHOW ME WHERE THE CUPS AND SPOONS ARE.
And of course none of this makes me want to blame the people who are employing me, but only myself for not having a natural talent for this and telling myself I'm ungrateful instead.
No, instead you train me by making me have ice-cream cones for like 15 minutes, and then I make a cake and you send me into the fray. I'm terrified of working the till or making anything but blizzards for these people because I don't. fucking. know. how. And you say it's fine if I don't know and I can just come ask you - but if I don't know how to make the strawberry upside down cheesecake whatever the fuck ice-cream treat, you give me some vague directions about "a splash of milk, a scoop of strawberries, and some pie pieces." No, you don't have to show me where any of these things are. OF COURSE I instinctively know. I mean, I'm obviously psychic afterall, and this isn't only my second day and I'm not freaking the fuck out because someone has given me there cheddar and is expecting a decent product I don't fucking know how to make. Not to mention I have said like 57 fucking times since my first day that this is my first job ever and I'm really nervous. Nope, obviously I'm totally chillaxed and won't panic when I don't know how to do something.
And when the girl who's supposed to be working the drivethru comes and tries to make conversation when I'm making something I have next to no experience making, sure, I'll be talkative and inviting and prattle on about how "I love this job because it's never busy", and make myself look like an ungrateful waste of space.
And then when I'm standing around asking if I can practice or something, sure, send me to the back to do dishes instead. That'll really fucking help me when the diner rush comes and I have to make sundaes and waffle bowls when I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA HOW BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T EVEN SHOW ME WHERE THE CUPS AND SPOONS ARE.
And of course none of this makes me want to blame the people who are employing me, but only myself for not having a natural talent for this and telling myself I'm ungrateful instead.

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Say hello StarSeed - this is working in retail.Miss StarSeed wrote:For fuck sakes. Why can't you just set one day aside where you train me? Really? Is it that hard? I will stay for the 6 hour shift, you don't have to send me home in 3 hours because it's the winter and it's dead. I could use the fucking practice, even if it's not with a customer. Hell, that'd be BETTER. When I'm working with customers I panick the fuck out and do everything wrong.
No, instead you train me by making me have ice-cream cones for like 15 minutes, and then I make a cake and you send me into the fray. I'm terrified of working the till or making anything but blizzards for these people because I don't. fucking. know. how. And you say it's fine if I don't know and I can just come ask you - but if I don't know how to make the strawberry upside down cheesecake whatever the fuck ice-cream treat, you give me some vague directions about "a splash of milk, a scoop of strawberries, and some pie pieces." No, you don't have to show me where any of these things are. OF COURSE I instinctively know. I mean, I'm obviously psychic afterall, and this isn't only my second day and I'm not freaking the fuck out because someone has given me there cheddar and is expecting a decent product I don't fucking know how to make. Not to mention I have said like 57 fucking times since my first day that this is my first job ever and I'm really nervous. Nope, obviously I'm totally chillaxed and won't panic when I don't know how to do something.
And when the girl who's supposed to be working the drivethru comes and tries to make conversation when I'm making something I have next to no experience making, sure, I'll be talkative and inviting and prattle on about how "I love this job because it's never busy", and make myself look like an ungrateful waste of space.
And then when I'm standing around asking if I can practice or something, sure, send me to the back to do dishes instead. That'll really fucking help me when the diner rush comes and I have to make sundaes and waffle bowls when I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA HOW BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T EVEN SHOW ME WHERE THE CUPS AND SPOONS ARE.
And of course none of this makes me want to blame the people who are employing me, but only myself for not having a natural talent for this and telling myself I'm ungrateful instead.
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Some asshole stole my best friend's iPod and camera! D<
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Well I was going to complain about how my mom cuts my sandwiches diagonally, but I guess I'll just shut the the fuck up.Miss StarSeed wrote:For fuck sakes. Why can't you just set one day aside where you train me? Really? Is it that hard? I will stay for the 6 hour shift, you don't have to send me home in 3 hours because it's the winter and it's dead. I could use the fucking practice, even if it's not with a customer. Hell, that'd be BETTER. When I'm working with customers I panick the fuck out and do everything wrong.
No, instead you train me by making me have ice-cream cones for like 15 minutes, and then I make a cake and you send me into the fray. I'm terrified of working the till or making anything but blizzards for these people because I don't. fucking. know. how. And you say it's fine if I don't know and I can just come ask you - but if I don't know how to make the strawberry upside down cheesecake whatever the fuck ice-cream treat, you give me some vague directions about "a splash of milk, a scoop of strawberries, and some pie pieces." No, you don't have to show me where any of these things are. OF COURSE I instinctively know. I mean, I'm obviously psychic afterall, and this isn't only my second day and I'm not freaking the fuck out because someone has given me there cheddar and is expecting a decent product I don't fucking know how to make. Not to mention I have said like 57 fucking times since my first day that this is my first job ever and I'm really nervous. Nope, obviously I'm totally chillaxed and won't panic when I don't know how to do something.
And when the girl who's supposed to be working the drivethru comes and tries to make conversation when I'm making something I have next to no experience making, sure, I'll be talkative and inviting and prattle on about how "I love this job because it's never busy", and make myself look like an ungrateful waste of space.
And then when I'm standing around asking if I can practice or something, sure, send me to the back to do dishes instead. That'll really fucking help me when the diner rush comes and I have to make sundaes and waffle bowls when I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA HOW BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T EVEN SHOW ME WHERE THE CUPS AND SPOONS ARE.
And of course none of this makes me want to blame the people who are employing me, but only myself for not having a natural talent for this and telling myself I'm ungrateful instead.

