Oh boy I hope I dont get fucked in the ass today, as I clock into the getting fucked in the ass factory
Mood. I was working on a roof the other day when I happened to pull out my psychrometer for a thing and saw the ambient temp was 106F with a dew point of 87F. I just thought “Oh. That’s why I’m light headed and my face is fucking tingling.”
Gatorade comes in cans?!
You can probably still get Gatorade in glass bottles in Mexico.
Still beats the getting kicked in the balls by a horse factory.
Its the same factory.
This is me at the foundry but I can’t have full Gatorade, gotta be propel.
Well tubby-tubby, a good sweat might help you lose some of that weight. We don’t need any AC here at the ‘real job’ factory! What’s the matter? Don’t want to work anymore? /S
