Shitty Waitress

Walked into a Gusto Blyninė today and noticed a sign for Žemaičių blynai. When I asked how are they, she didn't know. When I asked how much they cost, she also did not know. When I suggested the price accompany the name of the dish on the sign, she exclaimed, "That's what the menu's for!"

I then discovered the price in the menu isn't even correct; there's a insert with each weekday's lunch special with a different price than regularly listed.

What a shitty waitress.

Rubber Ducky

There once was a rubber ducky,
With a johnson so long he could sucky;
He stumbled along till he fell on his dong
And then he no longer felt lucky.

I have to take a piss

That's just one of the many interesting tidbits I used to be able to write into facebook. Alas, although I've managed to keep my extended family and coworkers at bay, too many of my friends have not. It's turned into a PG scene where offending anybody is against the rules. Fuck it, that's why I'm back to blogging.

No Calls, Please

I had an off site meeting on Friday. I got a call that there were some mistakes in my paper work, so student visa documents couldn't be sent out as planned. That pretty much ruined my whole weekend. I had nightmares about it.

Early Monday I showed up to correct the mistakes. Turns out there weren't any mistakes, besides one typo. But the mistakes for which the documents could not be sent were non-existent. Mother fuckers.

Moral of the story: no phone calls from work Friday afternoons, mother fuckers.