The fine folks of Winston-Salem appreciate your correct use of “shan’t”. That is all.

I went to work in a place on Nov 3, and I walked into blaring Christmas music. Then they proceeded to have a “meeting” with an employee that turned ugly fast; she burst out in tears and I got to hear an ad lib performance review that wasn’t really going her way. All while Dean Martin schmoozed fucking Christmas music.

That was my first question, and here we are.

Put the soundtrack on shuffle (very loud) for a quickie while the kids were out playing. 10 minutes later emerged to cook dinner and found my kids plus the neighbors looking at us. Damn, worse than cats.

Girls are seriously gross, and in grad school I lived in a six dude house. I need a hose to clean up after my 11 y/o.