And what did my boss want as a going away happy hour – Fried food, lots and lot of fried food.
And what did my boss want as a going away happy hour – Fried food, lots and lot of fried food.
The smell of fresh baked bread…
An hour of my life I’m never getting back…
“No pinky… You try catch the bloody red dot, I quit.”
Oral surgery=Red wine+painkillers