There's always room for jello.
Tempest, if I asked you to be the leader of the 'Slade-Brigade', would you do it? :puppydogeyes:
You're so lovey-dovey, Slade.
I'll never look at pastry the same way again. From now on when I see pastry there'll be a strangly erotic smell about the room. In reality it'll just be the smell of pastry, but my mind will transform it into another entity. Now I'm waffling on. Oh gosh, now I'll never look at waffles the same way agian! It's an endless cycle!
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Heck yes! (we are talking about the yummy particles found under and behind the sofa cusions, are we not?)
To answer your question, Slade, I work in a nursing home. Hurray! And when the time comes, good luck finding your new job.
Where do you work? I work in a stationary shop/warehouse. It's only temporary till I can gather enough money and find my feet. Then I'll be off to a bigger city to start my actual career.
Yes and no. The good thing about when I worked on the weekends was I had Wednesday and Thursday off. This meant that all the kids were at school and I could go places without having to dodge a million people. The stink thing was most of my friends would be doing things on the weekend which meant I couldn't because I had work. Now, though, I have sundays off, so I can go out on saturday night and on the sunday.
Does the hawk get the mouse?
