In her rant about devilchildren Irony forgot to mention the grape juice kids from the Welch's commercials. Now, I love grape juice. I have a temple to it in the fridge. But Holy Toast-Eating Christ, those Welch's children are the most obnoxious little 'I'm the most adorable creature in the world except I'm NOT' beasts in the world. They're all going to end up living in someone's basement collecting insects.
Also, my job sucks beyond any reasonable bounds. I did not sign on to wash dishes. I'm not made to wash dishes. Especially when no moisturizer is around. And listen here, all you asshole tourists from New York, unless you want me to take your cheap American beer and shove it up your asses you better learn some damn patience. Also, anyone who needs a beer that badly at 2:00 PM after being out on a freaking boat all day has a major problem. I was standing for nine hours, I needed the damn beer.
God, I better marry rich