Please Consider Me for Your Outlaw Biker Gang
I do great with a dress code. You guys had me at matching outfits. I was in marching band all throughout high school, so I totally get it.
I do great with a dress code. You guys had me at matching outfits. I was in marching band all throughout high school, so I totally get it.
That should say “eight million." I guess you could pay somebody to fix it or—wait, we do that for free, all for the cost of a cup of coffee, don’t we?
It has taken hard work to get to where I am. I am a self-made, set-a-guy-up-to-be-murdered-and-steal-his-identity kind of person.
"That resembles nothing of a telephone, and I should know, I once lost a beloved terrier to Alexander Graham Bell in an ill-advised wager."
God, I adore those deadly Arctic air jet streams like they’re a Jacuzzi jet femme fatale delivering ice to my shivering body. The tingle!
We want our employees to look virtually identical so if one disappears (I mean "calls out") we can just sub someone else into that role.
We're always putting our customers' needs first. And they need more meat. So we’re shoving 20 times the beef into our lasagnas.
According to legend, the Egyptian ruler Cleopatra made out with the Roman general Mark Antony for several hours before falling asleep.
They don’t know how to tame the most popular coaster in Central Jersey. You do.
If we should be in the elevator together I'll be looking at my phone the whole time, but that's just because I have so many friends to keep up with.
Instead of Jerrick Glitterblade, how about Jamal Kingston? A little regional flavor would add specificity to his character.
Upper management has been attempting to quell frustration by saying, “The Lord works in mysterious ways.” Well, I for one think that You should not.