Medium Size Edie!
Medium Size Edie!
Grand daughter. Don’t be silly.
Business below and floor scrubbing above.
She was the department manager, of shoes. It was mandatory, believe me. Her store manager’s brilliant notion.
They’re both so appealingly shopworn and shaggy. I have a crush on both of them.
What about cremated Christians? Do they reassemble?
Good god. I’ll tell my sister, maybe she’ll feel a tiny bit better, retroactively.
Look, I’ll take this “racism” thing back to my manager, but he’s gonna just throw me out for even trying. I mean, I’ll give it a shot, but he’s a real hardass, so I don’t think... Hey. Tell you what I’m gonna do. What’s it gonna take for us to get you in a MAGA cap today? Low maintenance because it’s plastic, hardly…
Why, it’s so gracious of you to be concerned for her welfare. She did find a different job, because that one was unnecessarily unpleasant. I’ll pass along your ingenious suggestion though, some fifteen years later. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it. I’ll bet you have many friends and are a source of much delight when you…
My sister worked at Mervyn’s as a department manager, and they were required to do the Hokey Pokey at team meetings, every day, to make sure everyone was “energized.” She was already the Angriest Woman Alive, and that sure didn’t help.
God: “We’ll see.” I’d forgotten about “We’ll see.”
Nancy Drew looks chunky here.
Congratulations! You are the new Head of Financery and Money Bidness for the current Administration. Your soundproof desk and gold-plated first class ticket to any flight anywhere will arrive in fourteen days, assuming you’re still HFMB by then.
She figured it out when it tried to seduce Peter Saaarsgaaaard.
I’ll bet he champions the cause of “reverse racism” too.
No.
Usually inserts himself, and then replies to himself, because his second take is still lukewarm needs to be heard, too.