It's not that 8 ours is a long time, it's just hard to keep answering the same questions. posed by the same people who came in a few days ago. In the pet industry, once is most certainly not enough.
Specifically speaking; The-Cunttacular-D'ouch-Bag. This woman comes in several times a week for, seemingly, one purpose. To drag her screaming child, Fatty-McFat-Fat, around the shop telling her no. You suspect that Fatty-McFat-Fat is asking her mother quietly if she can eat the various animals she looks at. It's a shame that The-Cunttacular-D'ouch-Bag would tell your boss if you made fun of her. But you digress. They go to chruch together. Yet another reason Jesus sucks.
The-Gayest-Straight-Man-Ever went by Chalk and Gibbs today to check on whether or not The-Not-So-Gay-Trio shall have a Home-Sweet-Hovel. To your unsurprise they denied The-Not-So-Gay-Trio... But you don't take no for an answer. So you called to find out why The-Pseudo-Nice-Lady-With-Vibrating-Eyebrows used the N word.
As it turns out, your 3-guy-2-bedroom story didn't go over so well. So, you decided that honestly was the best policy, in this case; And you came clean. You told her about The-Boyfriend. You told her about how you have known The-Gayest-Straight-Man-Ever for the better part of forever. AND you told her about how between the three of you you hold 6 jobs, so money isn't and object.
Quote: "I'll get back to you tomorrow. Now I'm not promising anything, but I am heavily reconsidering my decision."
Yay!
You knew the gay card would get the job done.
You had better get this apartment or you're gonna have to hurt someone. Damnit.
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