So yeah, I've entered the dirty underworld of smuggling to try and make a little extra cash to spend. I heard that smuggling illegal immigrants was lucrative and a nice way to meet new people, and let them experience the American dream, (Pay lots of money for something and then getting shafted, corporate style). I mustn't be doin the job right. How do those neanderthal crime thugs do it? Because I've yet to turn a profit, and worse yet, all of those cavity searches are killing me. I've been walking funny ever sine. {just to clarify, for those wondering, I am adimatly against........cavity searches.} Yet, I think everyone in this world deserves to experience the American dream and way of life.
My grandmother gave me her special potato(e?) soup recipe and then had my life threatened when I offered to improve on the deal. Bad idea. I was told I'd be killed, and that they'd never find my body. EVER. Got to love my family. Loving people really. I might have turned out just as well if I were to have been raised by beavers.
I've been in a firefight. Well, I was in a
fire. Actually, I was fired from a fry-cook opportunity.
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Where is that quote from?
And although the story is funny, trying to recreate it for the blog... well, it doesn't quite translate.
I'm sorry your family wants to kill you and put you in their potato soup.
12:30 AM, not PM. Sorry, didn't mean to pull a Jen. Haha!
AH! Somebody actually noticed a quote! I'm so excited! It would be from disc three on the firefly season. Its a quote from Wash. Quite funny I might add.
As far as the story, yes, it doesn't quite translate over as well, but it was still funny.
What would he need phone numbers for? Unless he meets a hungry Irish girl... (potato soup, get it? The great potato famine in Ireland? Hello?)
Yeah, well I know you didn't mean it to be mean. But the mean of your posts seem to demean Nick's grammar.
actually i was just seeing how many times i could fit the word mean into one post
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