Today was Smelly Ivan's last day. It didn't start out that way, and it was a surprise to most everyone to learn that the powers that be would fire anyone who is eligible for unemployment benefits.
So what do you have to do to get fired at the Lazy K?
Forget to lock the bathroom door, and have your boss walk on in you while you are whacking off to a porno magazine from the extensive collection you have managed to squirrel away above the ceiling tiles.
Star believes that he can convince the Employment Development Department not to pay out this claim. We doubt it, and given his previous success with the EDD, I am fairly certain that one lucky day we will hear Star shrieking into the phone, "But he was jerking off in the bathroom," while customers are standing around with their kids waiting to pay for things.
I'm glad I didn't shake his hand on his way out...
Lesbo Pics
When things are a little slow at the Lazy K, and all of her fuck buddies are offline, and she's three days away from getting her pain medication prescription filled and drifting off into a self induced coma in the back office surrounded by her dogs and their chew toys, the CSB gets a little edgy, bored and uptight.
Today was no different.
She emailed all the radio reps, hoping someone would come over and play, but they all know that to see the CSB, you have to be willing to spend two hours listening to dog stories, looking at her myspace, and having her take photos of you with the poodle on your lap. And then she puts little outfits on the poodle, and you have to sit for even more photos, which she then emails to you and all the other radio reps.
No bites.
She emailed Taco Dave, but he's out of the office working off a hangover at some girls house. He met her on Craigslist, and she has crabs and vaginal piercings, according to the CSB.
Freddy Fife hasn't responded to her last sixteen emails with photos attached of diamond engagement rings she likes.
So the CSB decided to have the Rhino take lesbo photos of her and Tits Ahoy, the 280 lb. receptionist, fondling one another in the showroom between customers. There are photos of them kissing, and others of Tits Ahoy reaching around and fondling the CSB's shriveled tits. It's not pretty, and it's not art.
Who's she going to mail these to?
Today was no different.
She emailed all the radio reps, hoping someone would come over and play, but they all know that to see the CSB, you have to be willing to spend two hours listening to dog stories, looking at her myspace, and having her take photos of you with the poodle on your lap. And then she puts little outfits on the poodle, and you have to sit for even more photos, which she then emails to you and all the other radio reps.
No bites.
She emailed Taco Dave, but he's out of the office working off a hangover at some girls house. He met her on Craigslist, and she has crabs and vaginal piercings, according to the CSB.
Freddy Fife hasn't responded to her last sixteen emails with photos attached of diamond engagement rings she likes.
So the CSB decided to have the Rhino take lesbo photos of her and Tits Ahoy, the 280 lb. receptionist, fondling one another in the showroom between customers. There are photos of them kissing, and others of Tits Ahoy reaching around and fondling the CSB's shriveled tits. It's not pretty, and it's not art.
Who's she going to mail these to?
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