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"Where's your Law & Order section?" (I can hear the doink doink noise in my head!!)
<from a customer in the aisles, talking on her cell phone> "So, I told him we couldn't have sex until I--holy shit! This book is $230!! What? Oh, no, I told him we couldn't have sex because I didn't want to catch a SUV while I'm in school." (please gods, never let her procreate...)
Sex until Vegemite. (for those who aren't familiar with Vegemite, it's a brown spread that we Aussies love.)
Sex until Vendetta.
Sex until Virginity.
Sex under Vancouver.
Sex Under a Voyeur (this makes sense)
And yes, I have a slightly dirty mind (as evidenced by the fact that I couldn't stop giggling in my French lecture because my lecturer kept using "He came" for a past tense verb and my mind translated that to something naughty, resulting in me writing "He came on the table" in French and my friend next to me cracked up laughing.)
Note to Self
When you only have an hour left in your shift and have been driven bat fucking crazy, it's best you not attempt human interaction. Doing so results in you taking the canister of Clorox wipes, flapping the lid up and down as if it were speaking, while singing "Mama's got the magic of Clorox!"
When you only have an hour left in your shift and have been driven bat fucking crazy, it's best you not attempt human interaction. Doing so results in you taking the canister of Clorox wipes, flapping the lid up and down as if it were speaking, while singing "Mama's got the magic of Clorox!"






I was giggling when I read this one and had to jam a fist into my mouth to keep from laughing too loud because I'm at my uni library at the moment, killing time until work. And I do a similar thing at work except that I'll talk to my scanner a la Abby talking to her machines from NCIS. And the customers find it a hoot.


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