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"I'm so bad ..." It's just whipped cream, not genocide.
My manager is never here on delivery days. I guess he's brighter than I give him credit for.
I called my boss, "Mr. Manager", but he didn't get it and that's when I knew this was never gonna work.
extra shot: 50 cents
flavor: 35 cents
spiting your sense of entitlement: priceless
I can't tell if you're a natural-born jackass, or if you're just trying to make it onto the website...
Remember that time you asked me to change the music, and then you suggested Fleetwood Mac and now you're not allowed in here anymore?
"You're out of stir-sticks and I don't want to use a spoon..."
I'll pass along that suggestion to my boss, who will also not care about it.
You're giving me fancy chocolate instead of a tip? Okay, lemme just make a call and see if my weed dealer is cool with candy as currency.
Wait, you're gonna pay me minimum wage, AND I get 30% off the food I make for myself? Holy f*ck, where do I sign up?!
I used to think loud-cellphone-guy was the worst. That is, until I met loud-skype-guy.
"9/11 was an inside job." -- ...Right. So, room for cream then?