As for me the nose bleeds continue..so i'm gonna go to the doctor tommorrow-hopefully it won't be dr.chlamydia. I'm pretty sure I don't have nose chlamydia but you know that will be the diagnosis.
So onto the lies I told today...
1. Eating Kebab supports terrorism.
yeah, I know this isn't true, but I got so sick of Kebab pizzas, Kebab tallriks and Kebab rulles today that I actually told some kid that by buying kebab he is supporting the Taliban-poor kid changed his order to a Vesuvio instead. So that is one less annoying customer ordering nasty kebab shit.
Yes Yes the picture is true, kebab meat comes directly from Bin Laden's beard. Terrorism-riffic.
and on to the next lie of the day:
2. Valerie has been deported
yes, you read correctly, I actuallyl told someone today that you had been deported. Let me start at the beginning of the story. I was working away at Äljest, sweating my ass of in the heat making fucking kebab rulles and salads when all of sudden I see familiar vehicle pull up outside Äljest. My heart skipped a beat.. could it be..No..No..Dear God NOOOOOO!!! But yes..my eyes had not decieved me...as soon as I saw the door open and the ramp fold down I knew the horror was true, Feels on Wheels had found me. At first I thought Lackey #1 had brought him there to "see" me, but it turned out it was the chubby assisstant. As soon as I saw him start to roll out I audibly said "Fuck No" and Bernes heard me- he answered my outburst with "Jag hatar den jävla". So I wasn't the only one despising WCP. So he takes him time rolling in and I tell Bernes to give me some chores so WCP can't bug me. So he finally makes it inside with his big grim...saying "Hej!!! Det är jag!! Hur är det?? Jag hörde att du jobbade här, det är därför jag är här." So he doesn't even order any food, just a coke..and totally blocks my way so I can't "work", thank god Bernes told him to move his wheelchair so I could get by. At least his lackey ate something. After blocking my way for awhile and trying to catch my eye he cornered me and asked me "Var är Valerie?" I was "busy" so I just said "I Amerika" and walked away.
So he rolls away and hangs with his lackey while lackey eats. Before he leaves he rolls back up, blocking my way (all the while Bernes giving him the stink eye). WCP just wants to talk (he knows better than to ask for a hug from mean bitch brittany). All WCP has on his mind is Val.
"Val is in America?? What is she doing there?", WCP asks.
Mean Bitch Britt replies, "She is living there now. She didn't get another job after Subway and was sent back to America.2
WCP shocked but with hope asks, "But she will be back...won't she?".
"Nah, I don't think so, she is there with her son and is really happy there. She got a great job (my third lie of the day) and is probably never gonna come back to Sweden."
At that he unlocked his wheels backed up and left with a quick "Hej Då". I shit you not, once I told him that you weren't coming back, that he didn't have a chance of getting anymore sloppy kisses, titty rubs or lapdance from you, he didn't have any use for mean bitch brittany anymore.
The icing on the cake (for my part) was that after he left Bernes came up and told me that from now on I'm only sposed to tell big tittied 20+ single girls where I work, not creepy old dudes. I was like, "I didn't tell that creep I work here, Lackey #1 must have" and then I tried to tell Bernes about how WCP called me on my cell one time looking for you and how he used to hang at Subslut all the time bothering you and me, following you around waiting for tittie-riffic hugs and free food. Blah! Like I would tell him where I work. At least I think he will leave us alone now (since he thinks you'll never be back).
(Something Val will never have to do as long as she never takes that manager position at Subway)
Yes Yes the picture is true, kebab meat comes directly from Bin Laden's beard. Terrorism-riffic.
and on to the next lie of the day:
2. Valerie has been deported
yes, you read correctly, I actuallyl told someone today that you had been deported. Let me start at the beginning of the story. I was working away at Äljest, sweating my ass of in the heat making fucking kebab rulles and salads when all of sudden I see familiar vehicle pull up outside Äljest. My heart skipped a beat.. could it be..No..No..Dear God NOOOOOO!!! But yes..my eyes had not decieved me...as soon as I saw the door open and the ramp fold down I knew the horror was true, Feels on Wheels had found me. At first I thought Lackey #1 had brought him there to "see" me, but it turned out it was the chubby assisstant. As soon as I saw him start to roll out I audibly said "Fuck No" and Bernes heard me- he answered my outburst with "Jag hatar den jävla". So I wasn't the only one despising WCP. So he takes him time rolling in and I tell Bernes to give me some chores so WCP can't bug me. So he finally makes it inside with his big grim...saying "Hej!!! Det är jag!! Hur är det?? Jag hörde att du jobbade här, det är därför jag är här." So he doesn't even order any food, just a coke..and totally blocks my way so I can't "work", thank god Bernes told him to move his wheelchair so I could get by. At least his lackey ate something. After blocking my way for awhile and trying to catch my eye he cornered me and asked me "Var är Valerie?" I was "busy" so I just said "I Amerika" and walked away.
So he rolls away and hangs with his lackey while lackey eats. Before he leaves he rolls back up, blocking my way (all the while Bernes giving him the stink eye). WCP just wants to talk (he knows better than to ask for a hug from mean bitch brittany). All WCP has on his mind is Val.
"Val is in America?? What is she doing there?", WCP asks.
Mean Bitch Britt replies, "She is living there now. She didn't get another job after Subway and was sent back to America.2
WCP shocked but with hope asks, "But she will be back...won't she?".
"Nah, I don't think so, she is there with her son and is really happy there. She got a great job (my third lie of the day) and is probably never gonna come back to Sweden."
At that he unlocked his wheels backed up and left with a quick "Hej Då". I shit you not, once I told him that you weren't coming back, that he didn't have a chance of getting anymore sloppy kisses, titty rubs or lapdance from you, he didn't have any use for mean bitch brittany anymore.
The icing on the cake (for my part) was that after he left Bernes came up and told me that from now on I'm only sposed to tell big tittied 20+ single girls where I work, not creepy old dudes. I was like, "I didn't tell that creep I work here, Lackey #1 must have" and then I tried to tell Bernes about how WCP called me on my cell one time looking for you and how he used to hang at Subslut all the time bothering you and me, following you around waiting for tittie-riffic hugs and free food. Blah! Like I would tell him where I work. At least I think he will leave us alone now (since he thinks you'll never be back).
(Something Val will never have to do as long as she never takes that manager position at Subway)
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