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Bethany gets to write an essay about Viagra!!

i almost died at work today.

How?

it's kinda hard to explain, but i had to stand on top of a big glass counter on this really, really small ledge. then, with a big hook, i had to try and hook a basketball from a really high shelf. well, i almost fell off the counter and all the basketballs on the shelf almost all fell on top of me. my manager just stood there laughing at me.

Cookie?

yes please.

Maybe if I don't think about it, my homework will magically disappear!

*Gives Lori a cookie*

I didn't even notice that it had text...

luckyJQ9 wrote:Bethany gets to write an essay about Viagra!!

i get to count and distribute viagra to old and not so old men

I get hit on by old and not so old men at work

perhaps i distribute viagra to them

ewwww, me too. at work, we keep all our stock in overhead shelves, so whenever someone needs a pair of shoes, we have to climb these huge ladders. anyways, sleazy guys always find it necessary to stand under the ladder as i am climbing and look up and watch me. ewwwwwwww.

heh, there is this one guy, jess, who always comes shopping at my store and he always asks me to get stuff for him off the top shelves. wonder why?

and whenever we cash people out, we have to ask for their phone number to see if they're in our computer system. whenever i ask a guy for his phone number, he always seems to think i am trying to hook up with him. ummmm, no.

thanks for the cookie rob.

i actually have seen that happen. i was in a shoe store and some guy was watching this girl climb up to get the shoes and had a pleasing smirk on his face. i think its pathetic that some guys actually do that.

Yeah its sooo nasty. An di work at a marketing company so i'm the youngest person there and everyone else is in there 30's and 40's .It makes me sick when these 40 year old guys with wifes ,mind you, hit on me .

ew.

ewwwwww, i feel so dirty now.

luckyJQ9 wrote:Bethany gets to write an essay about Viagra!!

yup! and I talked about it too!

As my hands grasp the channel changer and my finger presses the power button, the television illuminates to a commercial of Bob Dole and his beloved “miracle drug,” Viagra, as he proclaims its wonders to men with erectile dysfunction. Disgusted by the thought of somebody as old as Bob Dole having sex, I quickly begin to change the channel