My pants are off right now.

Nah, not really. I'm at work. Fuck post-Christmas retail. Hard. All that's been happening is mounds and mounds of returns and getting yelled at for giving them money back because people apparently don't have that right when it has a factory seal on it...

 

People are either great or dicks.

Sadly, the middle ground is rarely there.

 

Don't you love it when you just try to do your job and people come back to return something that another person paid hard-earned money for and they scream at you just because things aren't going their way?






























I know I don't, I just want to rip their heads off because they don't have any idea. If those monsters want to act like that, then the nice gloves are off.

 

customers suck eggs.

 

Yeah, true, but that's because people tend to think in binaries. Either this person made my day easier or harder.

Also, personal apology to you for the click bait

 

No sweat. In all honesty, click bait was the only reason I came.

 

Why would we want a great dick?

...except if it's for the sack but I don't think we're talking about that.

 

Some men are born with great dicks.
Others have great dicks [pelvic] thrust upon them.

 

i heard talk about dicks and came as fast as i could

 

I WANNA JUST LIKE THIS WHOLE THREAD NOW

 

There's no shame in liking it all.
It's hard not to love where this thread has gone.

 

It's just pretty hard in general. Ba-boom!!

 

There are two ways to take this.

Okay three.

 

Here I was going to make a post about how much customers suck and then I start seeing posts about dicks. There's only one conclusion to be made of this...

*CENSORED FOR CONTENT.*

Right guys?

 

Don't be a big softie. You've gotta rise to the occasion.
my jokes are superior; submit

 

That's why I love this thread[DOUBLEPOST=1388269638][/DOUBLEPOST]

/billyzanevoice SUBMIT!

 

YOU CALLED!?

 

Lord I'm totally on the right thread! My life right here in a nut shell. I deal with drunk customers (stumbling in from the bar next door) I deal with drunks coming from bar fights, (blood all over the floor and clothes! Lord) I deal with angry people who want discounts constantly (eight dollars?! This needs to be seven! It's an after Christmas sale!) I deal with crazy people who tell me their life stories (I was arrested and I didn't do anything! It was all the government! The FBI is after me!) I deal with men who think their strippers and start modeling clothes for me (Does this look nice on me? What about if I unbutton it or lift up the shirt? -Me... I'm just going to open the closet door now and yea. Goes into closet-) My. Life. At. Work. One word. LORD.