Oh Kristin I'm so sorry. Major Fuck Cancer ~ma for your dad.
In ISwearI'mNotSpeakingEnglishSometimes News...
Me: were there any hot dogs left over?
Minion: no
Me: Cool. Usually there are some left over.
5 minutes later...
Minion: uh, what do I do with the hotdogs? There were three left over.
Fuck cancer. And the horse it rode in on.
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No brackets, please. I mean, thank you very much for the support, but seriously, I'm okay. I just needed to say it.
sometimes you just get brackets because we like you.
and
Fuck Cancer
I think I just saw a guest walk out of the snack bar with a fresh icee. We've bee closed since 8:30. There's really no point in going after her.
edit: nebbermind- I just checked the camera & she never went behind snack bar so unless she has Stretch Armstrong arms that wasn't a fresh icee she was holding. Red & blue conical cell phone cozy?
Fuckity. Kneecap just slid out of place. I got it back where it's supposed to be, but I know this is going to be swollen later.
This has totally been a nibbled to death by ducks week.
ouch! Those are some nasty ducks right there. Shoo evil ducks!