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it’s doughnuts, not donuts

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I am very pleased that I got to actually take pictures for work today! Not only did I get to take pictures, they actually USED them. Yay me! On the way back from the shoot, I saw this:


I do not understand the words that are coming out of your mouth.

Maybe the students from Georgia Perimeter College should spend more time studying and less time at the doughnut shop. Or maybe the people at the doughnut shop should go to Georgia Perimeter College. Either way, if you go to school, you will be happy like these girls:


Hello, my name is Joan Osborne.

Speaking of quality

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I love going to Wal-Mart and encountering people who generally like their jobs and don’t want to kill themselves. Today wasn’t one of those days, unfortunately. I got the usual cashier: I hate my job, and I’m so bored, and I’ll go slow as hell even though there are twenty-three people in my line, and I’m better than you anyway. And don’t even get on to me about how crappy of a job it is to be a Wal-Mart cashier, *I* was a Wal-Mart cashier and I worked my way up to management and I did a good fucking job. So there.

One thing I did notice, was that my cashier must have recently escaped from the stocks:


Nice nails, by the way.

And for those of you who don’t know what the stocks are (I know what they are, but couldn’t think of the damn word for the life of me):


Funny, my cashier was making the same face.

Oh, and to note, she double bagged almost everything: One 2-liter of soda, two bags. One bottle of hot sauce and some Shake and Bake, two bags. Strangely enough: two boxes of saltines, only one bag. Weird.

Okaaaaay

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On my lengthy drive home one day, I caught this gem of a person walking along the side of the highway offramp:


Nothing I could possibly write here could add to this picture.

While you probably can’t tell from the picture, her pants are so low that you could literally see the top of her ass crack. If you look closely, she has her jacket hoisted up just a bit to show off a bit more. It reminds me of a phrase that I used to say a long time ago, and I don’t even remember why I used to say it: “The K stands for Quality!”