I've got a job interview tomorrow morning at 9:30. It's a night job involving unloading merchandise, so hopefully my total lack of charisma won't be that much of a problem.
Also, I need to remember to use the front door this time.
You may commence said vibrating now.
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WAITER: Here’s your green salad, sir.
ANAKIN: What? You fool, I told you NO CROUTONS! Aaaaaaargh!
Also, I need to remember to use the front door this time.
You may commence said vibrating now.
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WAITER: Here’s your green salad, sir.
ANAKIN: What? You fool, I told you NO CROUTONS! Aaaaaaargh!
The music industry is a cruel and shallow money trench where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side.