I always make sure my daughter (4 yo) sees my eyes when she looks over at soccer practice, so she knows if she fucks and starts throwing grass like some of these other shit birds that she’ll be running sprints after practice.
My employment will be in the balance this week when I call the PM for one particular project a fucking nutsack and tell him that I would rather split my pube hairs than succumb to his nutsackish ways. More details to come.
Great. Tanya forgot about one scheduled appointment and now we will have to get a fucking 20 foot corkboard from Staples to put our weekly activities on.