so to recap
ever since I got the job I got that crazed feeling to cut boxes
like you know how a slow day can be worse than a busy day
ye, exactly that, you crave the box cutting
a sight of pile of torn boxes I can cut makes my boxcutter double in lenght.....not! for best box cutting perfomance you just want the tip and as it dulls out you just smack it against the rails
also I've been having some crazy ass dreams lately
like the one where I was frustrated at my dad for being a piss and shit retard for always keeoing the door open, peeing L O U D L Y while sitting (which I never knew was possible till hearong him piss at 3 am, and the retard doesm't know how to pull the seat down, flush the toilet nor close the toilet door which woke me up at 4:25 with that disgusting smell of room temperature stale piss
thanks dad, I hope mom finna divorces you when I get that honeyman treatment
and that's not the dream, the dream was about me and him throwing baking powder, vanilla sugar, sauerkraut and toaster cheese in each other's faces... pretty frickin weird if you ask me
amd the other one I had this tinder chick by the name orsola call me on my cellphone since I just swiped her right and the bitch starts crying so I ¿telephonetically? whip her silly with a nine tails and then whip myself and calm her down
then she tells me shes been let down by 70 people
then I tell her her ex is a douche and those remaining 69 people are quantum bs something or other that didn't let her down
then I beat her ex and it turns out it was 68 people (beside her ex) and I was the number 70 but she forgives me but then sike I pulled an 83 on her snd told her she was a whore for having sex with a guy she barely knew no less than 2 months into the process
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