My friend, Drew, is a manager at one of the Burger King's I frequently go to(oh, who am I kidding, it's THE burger king I go to). He knows how rough life is for me recently and he has all but guaranteed me a job there when I get my ID.
I'm going to be a porter, which he describes as like a janitor. I make sure the restaurant is clean at night, basically. I'll talk more about it when and if I actually do get it, but basically I clean the restaurant; Drew knows I don't like people,
Cause I"m a G.
Got bitches on my left, bitchez on my right and beatchez on my D.
His pet bunny literally just died, leave him malone
RIP Sergeant Rabbit
2007 - 2014