Really?
Man, what a longass pain in the arse. Seriously.
When folks call my place, they already know what’s up… hence the phone call. Now most of the time after hearing the schpill, I’m like “sweeeeeeet, soooooo, tuesday?” But really, other times I’m all, “WTF are you talking about? Are you messing with me? Let’s not hop on the titanic.” You know how many times I’ve offended a client?
Me either, man.
My job is to bust out some badass money-makin shit. I do that no matter what. I don’t care who gets fussy in the process, man, I never have time to. The deadline is like Friday!. STFU, change your freakin mind and give me a big freakin lovin hug Saturday. How’s that sound?
This stuff doesn’t have to be hard, man. People dance on eggshells till their feet are sore, that’s all.
