Let me preface this news item by saying "HAHAHAHAHAHA." <a class="postlink" href="http://www.cnn.com/2011/11/19/us/florida-injection-buttocks/index.html?hpt=hp_t3" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.cnn.com/2011/11/19/us/florid ... ?hpt=hp_t3</a> $700 dollar ass enhancement. I'm imagining the woman talking her husband into this. "Hell, the guy down the street in his garage is just GIVING them away, honey!" I need a picture of dat ass real bad.
I wonder if it works for Penises. I'm asking, uh, for uh, my friend, yeah my friend! Shit, that didn't come out right either.
The marketing writes itself: "Baby, you're rock hard." *Knowing nod, smirk to the camera* Then after sex you could do some trim work using your cock as a hammer. It's like Home Depot got into the surgical augmentation business.
Are you joking? Because I can believe that. S. Florida has a disproportionate amount of surgery addicts. Especially Miami. There are some girls running around there that are mistaken for life size sex dolls, but with less functioning A.I. Under that spandex it must look like 50 pounds of ricotta cheese, like a bag full of tied, rotting hams. She should get Rocky to train on it after they kick him out of the meat packing company.
Not joking, when I watched the news this afternoon that is the picture they used. Also read an article and they used that woman's picture. I am pretty sure that is her unless they are just using a stock image of a woman with a giant ass.
Man, you know what the best thing about monoglottic cities is? If you can speak any amount of a second language, you're special. "Hey, yeah, I speak French, wanna catch a French movie next weekend?" And it's a great identifier for people you have things in common with. Meanwhile, in a bilingual city, you're a fucking loser who's too stupid to actually speak that second language. Meet someone who speaks another language? Yeah, fucking everyone does, and it's not interesting or unique or special, it's just a fact of life. In other news; where is everyone tonight? I gave up on the shitty wine (it was Italian, thank you very much) and switched to beer I purchased from Quebec.
Well that is not her, that is the "doctor" who injected her. I saw the ass and just assumed it had to be the woman.
Holy fuck this just keeps getting better. Not only is she the surgeon, but the spokesmodel. Multiple people went to this person, looked at DAT ASS and all agreed they wanted the same. Next we'll find out every "patient" knew the ingredients to the buttlift. Fuck this world is awesome.
My "This World Is Awesome" experience today: Had ze dogs groomed at Petsmart, because they were having a "Labs and their close cousins" special. One dog came to $54, the other to $37...both had a discount of $7 to be applied. Here's my exchange at the till: [Cashier pulls out calculator to subtract $7 from $37, then realizes that was a dumb move, because the answer is obviously $30] Cashier: Duh. Obviously it's $30 Me: Yup [Cashier moves to subtract $7 from $54] Me: It's $47. Cashier: Nope, it's $61. Me: Nope, that total is because you added it. If it's $7 less, the new total should actually be lower. Cashier (uncertainly): Ooo, you're right. [Cashier proceeds to re-do the transaction on her calculator to confirm the $47 total]. Awesome, indeed. We live in a world where a 25-year-old-ish girl can't subtract 7 from 30 without a calculator, nor can she apply common sense to see if the total is accurate. Go team!
Try doing that job for eight hours straight and see if you don't make a couple simple mistakes along the way. Your mind gets numb after a while and a simple mistake creates a domino effect like you described above. You sound like the clueless manager that strolls in and performs one task at a slightly higher than average rate and says "see, it's not that hard!" Edit: No I'm not bitter because I make the same mistakes after eight consecutive hours of studying, so FUCK OFF!
See, that math is worse than the cashiers, hot 25 year old behind a counter? She'd have a sugar daddy by now.
*Buzzzz* Wrong. I worked as a cashier for over six years. When I made change I always counted back; I never looked at the total the computer told me to give. When you know what you're doing, yes, you go on autopilot, but that 'autopilot' should reflect good habits, not bad ones. I would swear on a stack of bibles that I never had to bust out a calculator to take 7 off of 37, no matter how bad the day was.