Man, pretty good...except I've had to write up two people this week, send one person home, and probably fire another before the week is up....damn. Oh well, I'm off tomorrow, so iss alllgoood.
it's probably because he's resentful of being called norman, sit him down and talk to him, ask him if he really likes the name norman, ask him why he ate your chipmunk and tell him how eating your chipmunk hurt your feelings, he'll appologize and probably tell you he didn't like the name in the first place and then ask him what he wants to be called
I couldn't give two shits about that damn goat. As far as I'm concerned, the next time it comes near me, I'm going to...........................punch it....I mean...love it. :leaving:
Sometimes I throw sticks at his goat, this one time I threw a steak at it and I was all like "EAT THE FOOD NORMAN, EAT THE FOOD"...
Ah Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha, I hate steak! I hate meat! And I never really threw a steak at the goat, droopy ate it before I got to it. I'm not saying I didn't want to throw it at the goat though. It rammed me in the back with it's feet and tried to drag me all the way to Idaho.
No no no, Jess, you misunderstood...I ate the chipmunk...I was real hungry, and there was nothing else around but that box of fruity pebbles, and i was saving it for you.