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Senior Member
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Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: At the bottom of a bottle
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Apr 20th, 2003, 02:01 AM
Crimson, I totally forgot that I was a Sammy Man(that's what we call them in south-central WI, represent, muthafuckaz!) for exactly one day. By Providence, or luck, or the wrath of God, I ended up riding with some girl that I used to work with at Little Caesar's, who, after she got fired, turned to nude maid-housecleaning(I swear to fucking God I'm not making this up), and proceeded to show me the ropes about the ins and outs of ice-cream driving. Sure as shit, I hit a car at an intersection, since I wasn't used to the British handling of the Jeep. You know, the right side is where the action is. I quit the next morning, and the owner actually threatened to sue me for backing out on my "contract". That was the ultimate dichotomy of jobs. Hang out with a stripper all day vs. little to no money and zero respect.
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