twonicus

so today i will be in full sensory deprivation chamber mode as i have a 12 hour day here. since it's early and i haven't eaten yet i doubt i'll be able to be funny about much more than boners and dukies, so i'll keep it brief, for now. i do want to type a bit about one of my 'co-workers'. (the cigar store i work at is financially connected to a wine store that is at the other end of this hallway. i work at both stores so sometimes the guys from the wine store stop by to relieve my boredom). anyway, the day manager over at the wine store is a giant italian former soccer player. he likes to wear vintage t-shirts that are a couple sizes too small and he talks just like andre the giant (i keep trying to get him to say "I AM THE DREAD PIRATE ROBERTS, THERE WILL BE NO SURVIVORS!", but he refuses). he also has a rather unhealthy obsession with the band Tears for Fears. when "Everybody wants to Rule the World" plays in the store he can hardly control his urge to dance. he's surprisingly graceful for such a large human, but he's still such a big guy that if he gets too fly with his dance moves the friggin' floor shakes. and when the song "Shout" starts to play, look out because even though my man swears that he's just singing along, i think he's reliving some horrific childhood trauma judging from the sounds he makes. also he keeps trying to get me to go to 'the cage' with him. what a guy.

i am a whore i am a god

twonicus