

They should start wearing juggalo makeup
They should start wearing juggalo makeup
You do realize States have their own laws?
If I knew how I’d already have a cult of my own. I hear being charismatic is a prerequisite
Eat em all at once. Right before your appointment at the dentist to have your teeth cleaned
Goddamn Gallows!
We judge, it’s what we do. Anyone who says otherwise is lying
Could be the agreement stated the painters weren’t responsible for masking anything not to be painted
The landlord wouldn’t have done that because they know it’ll have to be replaced. That’s a low skilled idiot’s work, the same thing happens to me at work. It is possible that the agreement between the landlord and the painters stated they weren’t responsible for masking anything that wasn’t to be painted
Like a lot of things I’ll bet it was an insurance liability plus a lot of labor to keep it clean and safe. McDonald’s is struggling to survive in a business where new=exciting and what your parents grew up with=lame. Burger Kings are closing left and right where I live. They’ve done nothing to adapt.
Funny thing about that conference room. I have an uncle who has quite a bit of money. He eats off of the McDonald’s dollar menu (or at least he did when it was still a thing). He’ll take us somewhere nice when visiting, he’s quite generous but he always makes a point to mention he eats at McDonald’s. He gives financial advice, i can see him holding meetings there
McDonald’s is now trying to appeal to adults and the building reflects that. They did away with Ronald and all the characters long ago. No more indoor playgrounds. No more cartoon movie toys. I think they still have happy meals but we’re better known for their dollar menu now called a McValue menu
That reminds me April Fools Day is approaching. When I was young I worked in a haunted house where we made blood capsules using Karo syrup, red food dye and put it into empty capsules. I deal with two guys at work that like to get stupid stoned at lunch time
The sea was angry that day my friends