Oh wait, that's just the chicken giving me heartburn again.
Oh man guise. I'm in deep.
There's this guy. Okay. And this guy is the reason I broke up with my boyfriend. We were messing around... like pretty much hanging out 24/7. He's cute. Like I never went to much of fireworks on the fourth and so even when he had work at five the next morning he drove the 45 minutes to my house to pick me up and take me back to his house so we could set off some little fireworks. And okay, he has a girlfriend but when we're together he holds my hand, even in public, or he'll wrestle with me and kiss my forehead. But we are always telling each other that it's just friendship. We're only banging each other at the moment and we have a promise that if we bang other people we'll tell each other. So you know. It's all cool. Well ******** guys. I really like him.
I mean. I'm moving across the country with him cos he didn't want to go alone. But there's this other girl (Who was completely out of the picture up until today) who he had liked and she ripped his heart out and stomped on it and now they talked for two hours and-
Oh. Guys e just texted me and said I had nothing to worry about cos she got fat and her boytoy left her and that was the only reason she had texted him. WHEW. OOkay. YIKES. Guys that was just a terrible feeling. Like this has been my best friend for a year and yyou know what, I don't really fall for people. Yeah, I like people. And my boyfriend like I told him I loved him. But in that past couple minutes where I thought he was going to say he wants her back... That was ******** raw right there.
So, now with that out of the way. I can tell you what the ******** happened to me at work today.
WELL. Apparently they are having a pig roast in my town and when I went to stock my coolers this morning I walked into the cooler and there was a ******** 350 POUND PIG SITTING IN THE COOLER DEAD. IT WAS SITTING ON ITS a** WITH A CLEAR TARP LIKE SUBSTANCE OVER IT AND A BELT AROUND IT. Okay, aside from the fact that this looked like a dead body at first glance, I love pigs. I had a pet pig for two years and my family butchered it and forever ruined pork and bacon for me. When I say that I screamed, I mean like. I ******** screamed. everyone in the bar ran back to the cooler to see what was wrong, even four of the customers. They thought I was being murdered. I swear to God/Jesus/Buddha/Sweet Merlin's beard that I thought this was a dead body. It was like at least 5 foot high. Guys I have never been so ******** scared in my life. Oh, and I passed out after that. SO. I had a very ******** terrible and eventful day and I hope it never happens again. How the christ management forgot to mention that there was a 350 pound pig sitting in the cooler I have no idea.
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