I'm A Dirty Little Fun Haver

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My Sister The (Rookie) Salesperson Who Gave Up Her Decent Job To Sell Cars:

"This is fun! I. Love. Selling. Cars! Yaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!111!!!11"


"Fun? FUN?! Whatever floats your boat, dear. I mean, some people's idea of fun and a good time is having sex with llamas. So, you know, fun is a very relative word."

5 Responses to “I'm A Dirty Little Fun Haver”

  1. Anonymous steelcowboy 


  2. Anonymous Ryan 

    LOL! so true except the llama part, i dont condone that in any part heheh
    i may have missed it, but what type of car dealership do you work at ? Domestic or foreign ? forgive my intrusion.

  3. Anonymous Ryan 

    LOL! So true, except the whole llama part, I don’t condone that.
    I may have missed it, but what type of dealership do you and your sis work at?
    domestic or foreign? Forgive the intrusion.

  4. Anonymous Ryan 

    dammit, goddam lag on this pc. sorry for the double post.

  5. Anonymous twiglett 

    We work at a domsetic dealership. And, just to aleviate any confusion, this is just a means to an end, thank you very much.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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