Qaeda: how are you doing
Me: i guess im doing ok
Qaeda: you’re doing great
Qaeda: cuz you finally got rid of a fucken dog
Qaeda: you’re monica kong niggaaaaaaa
Qaeda: the girl that every guy wants
Me: hahahahah
Me: you definitely know how to make me feel better that’s for sure
Qaeda: no just you
Qaeda: cuz i love you
Me: i love you too

Goddamn if it weren’t for friends like Amit I don’t know where I’d be.

So I am in bloody hellhole Texas, working at the shop, dealing with the same stupid people…it’s so funny how they always come back but every single time they have something retarded to complain about.

And what the fuck is up with everyone drinking tea? Kiwana came to the back and said, “The customers don’t like the tea.” i tasted it. It tasted like metal. So we made another pitcher. I tasted it. It tasted like water. Then I told her,

“Serve it to them anyway.” And she does.

She came back. “They told me this tea is delicious!”

Delicious iced tea that tastes like water? An extra $1.39 for us, woohoo!