Monday, October 3, 2011

Nobama, The Sausage, and the celebrity obsessed Indian Chief

Several hilarious things just happened in the past 5 minutes. 

A customer just told me (and several other customers) that he has an SKS with a bullet in it for Obama...

A man bought a pickled sausage, insisting that I dip it out myself, he refused my offer to put it in a baggie and just grabbed it WITH HIS FIST FULL OF MONEY!!!

Aaaaaand to top it off a VERY elderly man came in asking if Brett Butler had been in lately, apparently he has a bit of a crush.   "When she was talk'n to me that day i figured she was a loonie toonie...but yer mama told me she was jest a celeburty.....makes sense.   Tell her The Old Indian Chief said hello"

3 brilliant customers in a row!!!   WHAT A FUCKIN DAY SO FAR!!!!!


oh, also, two nights ago me and my mother were ambushed by a Meth-head weilding a knife and a rock (igneous---not crack).   The police let the guy go and refused to give us his name!   More on that one later, im still too angry to write it.  Don't wanna say something i'll regret (or something that could be held against me in a court of law)

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