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Soooooooooooooo.....the guy I'm working with, is eating sardines .........and washing them down with coffee.
I don't know what to think about this, but I don't really want to talk to him from less than 15 feet away.
This nun at my high school used to drink coffee and smoke all day long. For lunch she ate a bag of doritos, every day. She was also mean, and a close talker.
No wonder after high school I never went back to the church.
This nun at my high school used to drink coffee and smoke all day long. For lunch she ate a bag of doritos, every day. She was also mean, and a close talker.
No wonder after high school I never went back to the church.
This nun at my high school used to drink coffee and smoke all day long. For lunch she ate a bag of doritos, every day. She was also mean, and a close talker.
No wonder after high school I never went back to the church.
Dorito breath alone is gross, then you add the cigs and smokes on top of it.
Don't you just love close talkers...... I'm sure Seinfeld had a bit about it, maybe I'm thinking of "the sidler"..... LOL...
I think the only time I've ever seen someone eating sardines was in cartoons....
Isn't that shyt pretty much just used as bait????
Tell your buddy to stop eating the bait.
And even those were just cats. lol
Meh. Maybe I'll take'em fishin'. "Don't we need bait?" "Nah, man. Just put your face close to the water and go hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhah. I'll hold the net out."
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Originally Posted by planetelle
This nun at my high school used to drink coffee and smoke all day long. For lunch she ate a bag of doritos, every day. She was also mean, and a close talker.
No wonder after high school I never went back to the church.
Ugh, the outside salesman at the office where I used to work. Always had to wait till after lunch, and his descriptions of whatever onion-y meal he had just partaken of, to lean over me at my desk and show me paperwork or whatever. And if you were standing, he liked to talk to you from about a foot away. I'd sloooowly move back a step, and then instantly, bam, he'd step right in again.
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