Gross.
There's no apostrophe. Dexys Midnight Runners. Short for dexamphetamine and how it'd make you stay up all night jizzing on Eileen.The band was called Dexy's Midnight Runners because they liked to run trains on her after their concerts. FACT.
Theres no apostrophe because Dexy had dexyslia. I mean he was stpuid.There's no apostrophe. Dexys Midnight Runners. Short for dexamphetamine and how it'd make you stay up all night jizzing on Eileen.
Dyslexia Midnight Runners because he had to stay up so late doing homeworkTheres no apostrophe because Dexy had dexyslia. I mean he was stpuid.
My dad and stepmom went to a Halloween party a few years ago as Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky (nice timely reference, stupids) and she had a big hot glue cumshot on her dress.View attachment 210034
At least it's a Karen with a sense of humor
Even though it’s dated that’s still a great bit.My dad and stepmom went to a Halloween party a few years ago as Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky (nice timely reference, stupids) and she had a big hot glue cumshot on her dress.
Was this like a garbage sorting plant or something?I worked a plant job with a bunch of fucking dumbshits and jailbirds and junkies and one time this song came on the radio and this haggard old disgusting bitch came from all the way across the line to get like an inch away from my face and be like "HUH HUH HUH, Y'KNOW WHAT THIS SONG'S ABOUT?? DUH HUH HUH HUH" I was just like "Get back on the fucking line." That was the same bitch who would always just completely ignore her job and let other people pick up her slack while she "tidied up the line" I literally screamed "THAT'S NOT YOUR FUCKING JOB!" at her multiple times because it was fucking exasperating. I was the supervisor and there was no giving her instructions. Just some old fucking ADHD retard who couldn't focus on fuck all. Every day. She'd just start "cleaning" random, arbitrary shit. This is why I hate everyone you work with, Artie. I've felt your pain. It's soul crushing.
Literally yes.Was this like a garbage sorting plant or something?
I knew a guy who worked at one for one day and the conveyor belt made him dizzy so he started letting stuff go through that was too big and might break the machine and everyone started yelling at him. He said it was good money but it sounds like a nightmare.Literally yes.
I was fucking amazing at it. It'd be super easy work if everyone did what they were supposed to but I went home dead every day because I worked at the end of the line on the busiest bunk plus I had to grab whatever the other fuckarounds missed and empty it into their bunks for them, plus load the hopper. I was turning into such a miserable bastard there. Any type of backsass I'd lose my mind screaming at the person. The one time I thought I was fired for sure, two wiggers got into a fight while I was downstairs and when I got back up there I literally did the 3 Stooges smash their heads together thing and kept trying to throw them into the bunks (which are like deep pits that you'd get fucked up if you got thrown into) but they kept landing on the line and sliding away. It got broken up and when the manager asked me what the fuck I was doing I went on like Denis Leary rant about how if anyone was going to beat the shit out of the line workers it was going to be me because I fucking deserve it. He was like "I hear ya." The one guy got fired and I got away with assaulting two guys at work.I knew a guy who worked at one for one day and the conveyor belt made him dizzy so he started letting stuff go through that was too big and might break the machine and everyone started yelling at him. He said it was good money but it sounds like a nightmare.
It's a great album though.View attachment 210035
He definitely looked retarded. Dyslexia was the least of his problems. I think he lived across the hollow from Cotton-Eyed Joe.
If you wanted the theme to a British pub in the 1980s, you couldn't do much better than the first 20 seconds of this.
That bitch rocks.View attachment 210034
At least it's a Karen with a sense of humor