Amber is no help. I need a new friend. The hood almost falls on me, and she is standing there telling me about the mini disco ball she just bought.
I thought I had to work at 2 today, but it was 4. So when I found that out, I had to get the hell out of there before they saw me and asked if I wanted to start then. Because, like, the answer is no. No, I don't want to lift anymore ice than I have to today. 2 hours is roughly ten thousand pounds of ice and several cases of irreversible spinal chord damage.
Ruxpin is on the teevee.