What I Say: Hey Boss I can't come into work today I have food poisoning
What I mean: Hey Boss I ate 18 Raviolis and shits about to get WILD
Reblog to have something lgbt happen to you this summer
My manager likes to ask me really confusing and mildly vague questions and so one day I decided to ask one back and so I said, "What are your thoughts on antidisestablishmentarianism?" and he sat there for a second before giving me three very well thought out paragraphs of his stance on antidisestablishmentarianism. I have never been so destroyed and defeated.
Yep.
Dear god it's escaped
watch out everyone therese a horse going around taking a bite out of peoples posts
The fun thing about anxiety is I can't tell if I'm sick or if it's just the normal urge to puke from all the stress
You spend time putting thoughts into your jokes and get moderate notes, and then you make one fucking horse plinko joke and everyone loses their shit
Is it just me, or are dentists the hot people of the doctor world?