I told my wife that if I ever got desperate enough to work at China Mart, I wouldn't last until my first break.
I wouldn’t last a day. After seeing the walmartians walking in, then telling them to go home and dress somewhat appropriate before coming back, would get fired.I told my wife that if I ever got desperate enough to work at China Mart, I wouldn't last until my first break.
"Good GOD, woman, does your husband know you go out looking like that?" and/or
"Welcome to WalMart. Git yer shit and git out."
That's a pretty big assumption that both kids have the same father...
Or this is why you should plant palm trees, to put up Christmas Lights!!
You are so correct. My nephew's wife in Puerto Rico has a masters degree and she left the corporate environment to establish her own beauty salon. She is doing so well that she even gets customers from the West end of the island which is almost 100 miles away. Here is her promotion video for this past Halloween:This is not actually a joke but an observation. A local lady that went to school with my kids, is part of a new "high scale" beauty shop in town. Well they were having their open house the other night and invited me to stop in. I went in there and shot the bull with a couple of guys I know and watched all of the ladies talking. If they had straight hair the wanted to add curls to it. If they had curly hair they are talking about straightening it. If they have small breast they talk about getting bigger ones. If they have large breast they talk about reducing them. Of course Botox, make up, clothes, and men were all part of their conversation. The thing that hit me is every one of these ladies were absolutely beautiful the way they are. Yet they were not happy with what God had given them. If God can't make women happy, what makes us guys think we can?
Venus and Mars, dude, Venus and Mars.This is not actually a joke but an observation. A local lady that went to school with my kids, is part of a new "high scale" beauty shop in town. Well they were having their open house the other night and invited me to stop in. I went in there and shot the bull with a couple of guys I know and watched all of the ladies talking. If they had straight hair the wanted to add curls to it. If they had curly hair they are talking about straightening it. If they have small breast they talk about getting bigger ones. If they have large breast they talk about reducing them. Of course Botox, make up, clothes, and men were all part of their conversation. The thing that hit me is every one of these ladies were absolutely beautiful the way they are. Yet they were not happy with what God had given them. If God can't make women happy, what makes us guys think we can?