So, I went in for a routine lady checkup, right… And of course I scrubbed, scraped and shaved like I was going on a first date with with the man of my dreams.. And I decide I’m gonna go with the new body spray I bought… So I sprayed myself like a second shower! I made sure to double spray the land down under so it would smell like sweet magnolias or whatever the hell the scent of the month was at Bath & Body Works… Boom, get dressed and head out… As I’m laying on the table with my ankles to my ears.. My doc begins the exam.. and giggles!… TWICE!!… Idk about you! But when someone is face to face with my lady taco… laughing isn’t the first thing you wanna hear 🤦♀️ So I’m asking: Uhhh, is everything ok?… Of course my doc is apologising but he can’t help but still smirk.. Sooo I take a peek👀… and omg!!!! It looked like a damn party in my pants!… I had used fucking glitter spray!!!.. Under the 7000 watt spotlight, it looked like a damn disco ball… Now I’m laughing.. The doc is laughing.. So awkward… He finds his way through Sparkle Valley and finishes up… As he walks out, he let’s me know that it’s totally fine to come as you are… He said further, no need to get fancy
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How to Retire a Millionaire!
So I'm working this weekend... And next weekend... And every weekend in the foreseeable future. There is no end in site. I really don't know how I'm going to handle it. I can barely handle 5 days a week, so this will be quite a challenge.
It's gonna be rough, but if I manage to hang in there, the overtime/double-time will be enough to fund my increasing addiction to the stock market. Maybe if I can squirrel enough money into the right stocks, I might be able to bootstrap a retirement plan that doesn't include me working till the day I die.
But then again, I'm pretty sure that once I buy a stock, someone on Wall Street makes a call and tells another guy, and then the word gets around, then they all agree in solidarity to just let that particular stock drop like a brick, just so I can never get ahead. In fact the CEO and Board of Directors for any stock I buy will also decide to scuttle their companies, and thus ensure that I never make fucking dime doing this shit.
Maybe I can use this curse to my advantage. Bezos, if you're listening, I swear to god I will buy every share of Amazon I can get my grubby little mitts on until the value of your company goes into the negative! To keep me from buying your stock and effectively forcing you to live on cat food for your remaining years, please send me one MILLION dollars! Mwaa-ha-ha-ha-hah!
I'm so sick of working all the time.
Of course a big shout out to my big homie, Big D, who came at me with 5 fantastic jokes for this week. Of course I'm only assuming it's Big D because the submission page is kind of anonymous. Full disclosure: it records your IP address, so I can check that against an IP lookup site to see what ISP owns the IP address, but I can't really tell who anyone actually is. I just assume it's Big D because its coming from and ISP out of Cincy.
Oh, and the IP address is overwritten after the joke gets officially scheduled, so it's not like there's any incriminating evidence left from submitting a joke. Try it today! Everyone will be glad you did!
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