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It has been some time since I last had relations with someone other than myself that did not involve money, my mugshot being taken (again), or a shallow grave being dug.
On an unrelated note, am I the only one that has noticed even hookers are kind of rare these day? You know things are bad when even crack whores are stayong home.
The peach cobbler was just canned cling peaches and premade dough sheets.
We got free food during our lunch, free drinks anytime we were on the clock. Plus our friends who were working would always give us free shit.
I had to hose down the chicken station. That is exactly what it sounds like: garden hose, spigot, water, and a drain in the floor. The chicken bits that hit the floor then got tossed and only then did the mop, bucket, and bleach get broken out. It was about the nastiest job I've ever had.
I no longer work for my slampig. I had to resign for family reasons and not because once upon a time I gave her the shocker and it was awkward when I would spend staff meetings just smiling and staring at her.
And invest, because five hundred years from now Carl's Jr. will be a monster sized chain, with the force of law behind it and able to send kids to CPS because their mothers are unfit.
Carl's Jr. Fuck You, I'm Eating!