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A message to the people of Earth…

No matter how hard you try, you’ll never be Bettie Page or Mike Ness unless you already are them, so please, stop trying.

Thanks,
The Management

-via My Big Black Cock

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Today was fine. I cut like a madman at work since the weekend is gonna be nice and I'm gonna be in Oklahoma. I can't figure the little town I work in out at all. I'll sell nothing buy porksteaks for two weeks and then suddenly, they won't move. Same thing with some of my steaks. I'll sell half a strip loin in one afternoon, and then sell four steaks over the next week and a half. It's really frustrating not to be able to really gauge my sales potential.

I had a stuffy yuppie who obviously commutes to the city and lives in town ask me about T-Bones very annoyed. "You ever gonna cut Tbones again?" Well, I'm a shortloin man myself. You tell me I can have one type of steak for the rest of my life, and I'm picking the third Porterhouse in on the shortloin. But if I can't move a fucking striploin (KC/NY strip) in two weeks, there's no way in hell the poor boogans are going to be snatching up tbones and porterhouses at the price I'm being charged. If you want to complain, contact the Cattleman's Assoc., since they're artificially inflating beef prices through successful lobbying and lawsuits of continued banning of Canadian Beef. He didn't like the answer, but that's too bad, since it's the straight truth.

Got my haircut. Gonna go and finish altering my favorite pair of slacks in a moment so's I can wear them to the wedding (none of my pants fit now that I've shed 30 pounds. I have found that it's not to difficult to take in the waist one size though).

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