Another one of those days

middle-finger-poster-flag-6185-pI should probably go back through the last several weeks and see just how often an “oh, fuck today” post gets put up on Mondays and Tuesdays.  Last week’s not counting, of course, since that one was kinda epic.

I may have a story about this evening that breaks my “don’t talk shit about customers on the blog” rule, but I don’t think I have the energy to write it right now.  Needless to say: husbands, don’t talk shit about your wives in front of me, because it makes you a fucking asshole, and, well, not wives but customers in general; if I’m offering you 15% off of a piece of furniture because it’s the floor model, and you literally invent imaginary fucking dirt on the piece in an attempt to get more off, especially if it’s already 8:15?  I’m likely to tell you to go to hell.

Just FYI.


So, I’m watching yesterday’s Walking Dead while I’m writing this– there’s already slash fiction out there about Rick and Negan, right?  Or did I just bring it into existence by mentioning it?