Im not talking vodka spiked with flavoring chemicals, Im talking distilling actual Reese's brand peanut butter cups into a spiritous beverage.
An old lady was just wheeled into the salon, I held the door for her husband (who was pushing her chair). As the old bitch was being rolled past she looks at me and says "interesting hair".
She just announced she might have an attack of diarrhea in the salon. "Ohhhh I can't predict it or control it. That's why It's called diarrhea..."
Not my client, not my fucking problem. She shits herself I'll wheel her out into the parking lot. Goodfucking luck frogger.
The day I start shitting myself in public is the day I call it quits. Push my wheelchair into traffic.
Didn't angel shit the bed not too long ago? Is she still around? Maybe she's still busy cleaning those sheets I can't imagine being in a country where people wipe their ass with their left hand, which sadly is most of the world.
I realize now shitting the the bed also means dying, but I'm assuming she's not dead? Hard to know until she posts again.
I'm going to vomit. Apparently she does sometimes wear diapers to get her hair done, and just poos while her color is processing.