Hi, I'm Snazzy and I'm Trucker

Oh I´m all in...and a helper to boot..preferably a latin female thank you... aged btw 20-25 petite and sofort.
No experience required but 34D´s small waist and no more than 110lbs..
All she has mainly to do is occasionally give other truckers the long look and maybe sometimes open them trailer doors.
S.c sleeping team if you get my drift...

and please don´t tell the Wife...

Ps forgettaboud em pens ( in thick N.J accent) ....

 

Yep Pjw044, the Goose with a silver tongue. Yep, Ducks the poor pigeons signed up with them free TLX pens. Let's see Big Duker, Ma Monster, and Mickey Fin how low will I go, as Life Goes On.

My secretary was a Crook cousin twice removed. Now I'll say this, most of the Crook family members were hard workers and fairly competent. Well, to a point. You know, the higher up the corporate ladder the more incompetent they got. Yep, Crook Jr was nice enough and did have a master's degree in business management. His biggest problem was his mom. Yep, when old man Crook had retired she stayed on as Chief Executive Officer of Crook Enterprises. Now, TLX was a separate corporation and Jr was the CEO of it. But, it all came down to Jr having the clout but his mama held the purse strings. What a deal ! Of course it really didn't bother me because a paycheck is a paycheck. Now, you remember Water Balloons ? She was the recruiter that had recruited me back when I first hired in. Well, she had gotten promoted, kind of. Yep, she was still a recruiter but only handled hiring on experienced hands. You know, drivers that had at least six months interstate experience and a CDL that wasn't suspended. Now, her job was a little more difficult than mine. You see, the schools that TLX recruited from did all of the background checks. Yep, a three year DL check, three year work history, drug testing, and DOT physical. Yep, all I had to do was sign the students up and turn them over to the TLX safety department. They were in charge of orientation and then passed the folders up to human resources. Yep, it was a well oiled machine that ground out some of the most incompetent wheel holders that ever held a wheel.

Anyway, I sashayed out and got into my new company car. I stood in awe for a minute because it really was a nice ride. Yep, a brand new mid size sedan with all the whistle and bells. It had that new car smell and the dealer sticker was still on the window. Of course Ma Crook and Jr Crook both drove new Mercedes. Yep, the Crooks sure liked to ride in style and flaunt their wealth. My first stop was at a school named, Two State Driving Academy. It was a national school and had a bad reputation of being a real CDL mill. Yep, it was used by most the rip off outfits because they offered a two week course that cost next to nothing. Yep, they were in cahoots with the trucking companies. It was a good scheme and worked well to fleece the students. You see, how it worked was quite simple. The trucking outfits advertised free training and a guaranteed job. The suckers err...., students signed a contract to payback the student loan. Now, the catch was the students had to repay the loan at some ungodly interest rate. Now, if the student stayed with the outfit for at least a year, the outfit would promise to repay the loan. Well, of course that seldom happened. The outfits wouldn't pay their student drivers enough to live on and those loans were automatically deducted from every paycheck. Now, if a student did manage to last a year that was just fine. Yep, even with repaying the loan, the companies came out ahead.

Anyway, my job wasn't to be an advocate of student rights or council folks on how to avoid being ripped off. Nope, my job was to sign them up and let the games begin. Well, to be honest about it, my heart really wasn't in it. You know, I'd been a victim myself but fortunately the government had paid for my schooling. Anyway, I parked and sashayed in carrying my large briefcase full of crap. The school director met me at the door and escorted me back to a large classroom. It was full of other recruiters and no students were present. Yep, it was like a convention of pickpockets, used car salesmen, carny barkers, flimflam artist, gypsy roofers, and alike. They were mostly dressed in suits and high fashion gowns. Yep, they all knew each other and hee-hawed about the pigeon fest about to begin. I kept a low profile and took a seat in the back. Well, after a few minutes the low lives settled down and the sheep were led in. Yep, poor eager faces begging to be lied to and ready for the plucking. The first liar had a slide show of a multi million dollar terminal, new shiny trucks, smiling drivers all happy and grinning, along with birds singing love songs. The second liar gave a sermon about Christan values and the companies faith in the all mighty. The third liar swore there ain't no heaven but prayed there ain't no hell. Yep, it was a three ring circus and by the time the last liar finished the pigeons were ready for their plucking.

Now, you remember in the movie Jaws where the sea captain screeched his nails across the blackboard ? Yep, that sure got their attention, as I stood silent starring at my wide eyed audience. I always thought that Hitler was the worlds best speech giver. Yep, even though I sure didn't like what he had to say, he sure knew how to say it.

You could of heard a pen drop, " Vy name is Varney Goose ! I never heard so much BS ! These guys are full of crap ! Hell ! Be a name and not a number ? What the hell is that ? Ninety percent no touch ? Days off to meet your needs ! Yeah sure ! See the USA and get paid for doing it ? That was a good one ! A new truck just waiting for you ? Man ! Oh ! We're doing God's work ! Here, have a hymn book and we'll all sing along ! Gees ! All I want to see are the hands that are interested in this ! "

I raised the dollar bill over my head, " You can all put your hands down. Now, I'm not going to lie to you ! I don't have to ! This is what it's all about and you know it ! So, TLX is the name of my outfit and I've been with them just about a year now. They screwed me every chance they got and treated me like dirt ! That's exactly what every outfit does until you prove yourself. It's a tough job and it gets tougher every day. Now, here's the good part ! These are my actual pay stubs and they speak for themselves. Yep, if i can do it, you can do it ! It wasn't that long ago, that I was sitting in a classroom just like you are now. So, if you want to earn these and are serious about driving a big rig. Well ! Come on up ! "

So, they did ! Yep, I ran out of applications and complimentary pens. The other recruiters all left in disgust and without many scalps. I promised to return the next day and sign up the rest. Now, it wasn't only my speech that had gotten results. Yep, them pay stubs spoke a lot louder than any recruiter ever could had. What a deal, as Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

And then the Good Angel Barney entered the room and slew the evil recruiters with one hand and gave away free pens with the other. And it was good!

 

Yep Big Duker that's a good picture of me and it was those free pens that sold them students on TLX. What a deal, as Life Goes On.

I was backed onto the phone book and unloading paper clips when Crook Jr entered my office. He took a seat and waited for me to shut the trailer doors before he began.

Jr had to ask, " I've got a question for you, Barney. How is it that your able to bring in so many students ? "

I lit up, " I don't know, maybe just being honest about it. You know, we're still recruiting mostly Idiots. Those bigger outfits are getting most of the students signed up before they even get enrolled. Yep, they spend a lot of money advertising and they can afford to weed out most of the ones we end up with. "

Jr agreed, " Well, we don't need the best and brightest. Hell, as long as they have a CDL and pass their test, we're doing ok. "

I blew smoke, " Well, it sure would be nice to get a little better bunch to choose from. You know, some of them are so stupid that they can't even find this place. Hell, that's with a map and written down directions. I had one of them follow me over here and he even got lost ! Imagine him in New York City driving a rig ? "

Junior snickered, " I know ! We had trainer. A trainer ! He called in from Boston and was suppose to be in New Jersey ! That's with a Quail-Comm, Map-Quest, and Road Atlas ! We had another driver drop his trailer on a dock and bobtail 200 miles to pickup a live load. A live load with no trailer ! I guess he figured to load it all on the fifth-wheel ! What a bunch ! "

I rolled my eyes, " That's what I mean ! You get what you pay for and that's the truth ! Can't you get the starting pay raised a little ? I mean, a nickel per mile isn't going to buy you much. Some of the better students really would like to sign on but as soon as they hear five cents. Well, they can't afford to drive for that. "

Junior wouldn't budge, " Well, just tell them they'll earn an average of $400 per week ! That's the truth ! That's what they end up making at the other outfits anyway. Do the math, Barney ! They get a salary of $400 per week while their in training. Right ! Well, what's the difference ? Besides that, those other outfits don't even run their training trucks team miles ! They have their students drive and a trainer just sitting there. I know how they work and it's silly ! I'd be willing to bet that any student of ours is just as good behind the wheel as any of theirs ! Bet me ! "

I gave in, " No ! Your probably right ! Most of the student drivers out there now can't drive ! It doesn't matter who their driving for either ! But, what do you expect ? Those CDL mills teach just enough to pass the test. Then most of the companies have trainers. Well, we do the same thing ! You know, trainers that only have six months experience behind the wheel. "

Junior reminded me, " You didn't even have that ! Remember ? Ed back dated your hire in date, so you could ...."

I interrupted, " No ! Your forgetting ! I had at least four years and had owned two trucks, before ya'll ever met me ! Now, I'm not knocking Red, but all he taught me was how to lose at the casinos and all Victor did was screwup ! Man ! If all I knew about trucking was what I learned here ! Boy howdy, I wouldn't know crap ! "

So, Crook Jr never got my drift. Yep, I sure tried to convince him and Ed, that it was the system. Oh sure, the students were Idiots and misfits, but who else would want to be a trucker ? You know what I mean ! Yep, the companies blame the students, the students blame the companies, and the schools get richer. Anyway, things rocked along and I did alright at being a recruiter. Well, my biggest problem was being too softhearted. Yep, the last thing I ever wanted to do was rope in some unsuspecting slob. No ! Not an Idiot slob, I mean a decent guy. The Idiots only cared to hear, what they wanted to hear. Yep, there was one decent fella that somehow ended up in my office. Well Snazzers, you'll have to wait. Yep, let's take a short break and I'll tell you all about it, as Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

I'm back Snazzers, as Life Goes On.

Now, where were we ? Oh, the decent fella, that's right. Well, I guess I'd been recruiting for about a month. So, we're somewhere around August of 1995. Anyway, the decent fella was buzzed into my office and he was a sight. Yep, he was about my age back then. I guess, mid 40's, dark haired, wearing an expensive suit that was wrinkled. He had some expense luggage, a leather briefcase, and his family with him. Yep, his wife was a looker and his two teenage daughters were knockouts. There weren't enough chairs in my office to seat everyone, so I led the group back to the driver's lounge. It was a Friday evening and there weren't any drivers around. I sat everyone around the large table and offered them refreshments from the soda machine. To be honest about it, I didn't remember the guy. Yep, I was signing up students from a dozen different schools that were located all over. Well, as far West as Midland, South to Houston, and East to Tyler. Anyway, he opened up his briefcase and handed me his paperwork. I gave it a quick look over and it hit me. Yep, I did remember him. As, I continued to read, his wife dug into her bag and pulled out the jar. I couldn't help from seeing the loaf of bread and plastic knife. So, I excused myself and retreated back to my office. I made a quick phone call and bid my secretary a good night as she left for the weekend. I returned to the break room and took my seat.

I apologized, " I'm sorry, that I didn't recognize you right off. You know, I sign up quite a few students every week. "

Decent Fella shook my hand, " That's alright, I'm Decent Fella. That's the Mrs and my two daughters. I hope it's ok that their with me. I don't normally interview with my family. Your Mr Goose ! Barney, isn't it ? "

I plead guilty, " Yeah, just call me Barney ! So, what can I do for you ? "

Decent Fella began, " Mr Goose, uh pardon me, Barney. I'll be honest with you. I'm in a catch twenty-two situation and I spoke with Ed earlier. He had me come on in and he said, that your the one to talk to. Now, a couple of weeks ago you came to Two State and sold me on TLX. I've finished the school and have my CDL now. That's my certificate and resume right there. Now, Ed suggested that you might be able to get me started right away. I have my medical card and long form physical right here. "

I looked them over, " Alright ! Uh, I see that Two State already has your work history verified, a copy of your driving history, and a copy of your drug screen. Yep, all you need is your orientation and we can get that done Monday. How does that sound ? "

Decent Fella held his wife, " See Honey ! It'll all work out and it won't take that long ! Please don't cry, you've got to be strong for the girls. "

She wiped her tears, " What are we going to do ? "

Decent Fella begged, " Mr Goose, I'm sorry to ask this. But, is there anyway that I could get a small cash advance ? "

I lied, " Sure ! How much ? "

So, before he could answer me, the pizza deliver guy showed up. I paid for the pies and slipped him a tip. The teenage girls looked like a couple of wide eyed pups.

I flipped open the box, " Ya'll go ahead and help yourselves ! TLX furnishes us with free pizzas every Friday night. "

The girls dug in, " Look mom, it's our favorite ! "

Mom wiped more tears, " You girls know better ! That's for the employees and you've got your peanut butter sandwiches ! Now, leave that alone. "

I insisted, " No ! That's for employees and their families ! TLX is a family first organization ! You'll get me in trouble, so ya'll all better dig in ! "

So, the girls chewed on the pizza, as mom wiped more tears. I had to coax the parents to join in. Yep, we sat around chewing on it and I got me ears full. Yep, ole Decent Fella was sure in a pickle. He had fallen victim to the downsizing of the times. After ten years of loyal service to his fortune 500 company they had shown him the door. Yep, he'd run out employment benefits and was over qualified to get a job. So, like hundreds of others he tried his best to hang onto what he had. Well, you know how that goes. First, it was their savings, then the credit cards dried up, both the new cars got repossessed, the wife had just gotten out of the hospital, due to a he's wrecked me, the house was foreclosed on, and the killer was. Well, the Decents didn't believe in welfare. What a deal ! After our tummies were full I took Decent Fella back to my office.

I was honest, " Look ! Your wasting your time trying to hire on here ! I mean, it'll take six months for you to start making enough to support your family. You can't just leave them on the street ! There has to be other options open ! "

Decent admitted there was, " I had an offer in Phoenix and my brother lives out there. It's a weird situation ! My brother is an alcoholic and I don't want my girls being around that. The job offer is still open and it pays close to what I'm accustom too. But, that's why I was hoping to get on here. I hate having to..."

I'd heard enough, " It doesn't matter if your brother is a Jeni living in a bottle of booze ! If he's willing to take you in, that sure beats having your family living on the streets ! Now, here's what we can do ! I've got an old clunker that you can borrow. It's not much but it'll get you there. You get to Phoenix and get to work ! "

Decent thought about it, " My wife has a sister in Amarillo. Maybe, she can call her and I could drop them off on my way. But, Mr Goose we're down to our last ...."

I gave him the look, " Your not down at all ! You've got more then most men can ever dream about ! Now, get it together and ... No ! No ! Don't do that ! We can hug and kiss later ! Let's get things rolling ! "

So, I waved farewell to my beloved Datsun, as the Decents set sail. I only had about sixty dollars in cash but my ATM card was good for $200 every twenty four hours. Yep, that was enough to get his family settled in and him to Phoenix. So, your thinking that I was an easy mark. Yep, ole Barney must be getting soft in his old age. Well, the truth is that I could see my daughters eyes in his girls. The mean streets are no place .. Well, you know what I mean, as Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

I got this Picture about them Recruiters....Especially Snazzy in action with them others the first time LOL !!!





http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-7QoiOH9r0

Man I can just see all these stories and make a picture of the real life too...
Seems Snazzy we´ve been thru a thing or two both.
I could write here my story too but think better not to...I´d start to sound like a copycat.
Oh hell I just listen like the gray haired outlaw dressed in black who´s seen and lived it all and just smiles every know and then agreeing of what you say... like old Blackie (R.I.P. ?)

 

Yep Mickey, I've said it before, most of the old hands reading these truer than fiction tales know how things go. Yep, you see and hear things out there that most folks would never believe. Oh, I viewed that Hitler speech and he sure did sound like me harking TLX. What a deal, as Life Goes On.

I knew that something big was up when the email directing that all salaried TLX personnel attend the required meeting. I sashayed upstairs and entered the large conference room. There was a long mahogany table that seated everyone, complete with stacks of printed material. You know, those waxy spiral booklets that look all business like. Yep, I bet some Crook relative had put in some overtime putting all of that crap together. Each stack had a name card attached that designated where we sat. Of course, it also put everyone in their place, by importance. Yep, Ma Crook sat at the head of the table, on her right was Ed, then a long line of Crooks who were first blood relations, then second kin, followed by distant relatives. I was next to Dan the shop foreman who was of African American decent. Of course, I use to tease him about being of Crook bloodline. What was funny is that he always just grinned about it. Now, I new that Ed wasn't a Crook family member, but since he ran the entire daily operations. Well, I guess they looked on him as part of the family. Crook Junior entered late and was armed with a red laser pen pointer. You know, he was the bee's knees and playing CEO. What a deal !

Junior pointed the beam, " This chart shows our current rate of growth and as you can see here. Oh, let me scoot this easel over some. Is that better, for ya'll ? Anyway, our first trading day, after going public shows a 114% growth rate. Now by all indications, we can expect that growth to continue thru our first quarter. Blah, blah, blah........."

So, Junior was wound up as tight, as an eight day clock. Yep, he spit out numbers, like a tobacco auctioneer, as heads nodded off drooling and the snoring echoed across the room. Ma Crook hung onto every word and sat proud as a mother hen. Yep, for her it was like watching little Crooky take his first baby steps. Eye in-visioned seeing Junior in pampers with a large soiled bulge in his crack area. Yep, another thought that crossed my insane mind was where baby Crookems would sit. Yep, he didn't have a place reserved in this game of musical chairs. I guess he could of sat on Mama's knee and got a horsey ride. Well anyway, Elsie showed up and finally Junior shut his yap. So, everyone pulled themselves up using the table's edge and tried to head for the exit. It was like watching a space shuttle crew learning how to walk again after a year in space. I couldn't feel my legs, so I just sat there observing the others rubber leg it out. Ed hand palmed it across the table carrying a favor to ask.

I spoke first, " Gees, Ed ! I didn't think he was ever going to finish. I can't feel my legs and I think this chair has grown attached to me ! "

Ed was Ed, " Didn't you hear what he said ? "

I was honest, " Yeah ! TLX went public and he played the flute in third grade ! You know, he could talk the ears off of a dead elephant ! "

Ed asked his favor, " They want to take us to their country club for a banquet. Would you mind watching the store ? "

I gave Ed the look, " Oh ! I see ! You and the Royal Family are going to feast and leave us peasants here to fend for ourselves. Well, go ahead and have a good time ! Just don't expect me to wait up ! "

Ed handed them over, " This cell phone is used by dispatch and the trainers to contact me. If a student calls just put him on hold and ignore him. This one is for any customer complaints and just take a message. I'll deal with them when I get back. If you need to reach me just push *9 on this phone and I'll have this phone with me. You got all of that ? "

I stood slowly, " I can feel my toes now, but butt cheeks are still numb. What were you saying ? "

Ed slapped me on the back. " Your a Hoot ! Just remember, from now on TLX is on it's way up ! Barney ! I mean it ! Just wait and see ! "

I winked, " Well, whatever you do, just don't let Junior say grace ! Ya'll might not have time to eat ! "

So, Ed went to wine and dine with all of the the Crook Clan, as I pulled four inches of Fruit of the Loins out of my a-hole. Yep, they were all bunched up and tied in a knot. No ! Not, the Crook Clan, my drawers were. Anyway, all I did was retreat back to my office and stood next to my desk. Yep, my tail bone felt like it was between my knees. Well sure enough, one the cell phones rang and it wasn't good news. What a deal, as Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

I can't wait to see what advice ol' Barn's gonna give his callers.

 

Ok, gotta update, through page 56 now, doesn't look like I'll catch up b-4 school starts...keep it coming, Snazzy, I'm hooked! dolly

 

Poor Dolly is hooked and Ducks can't wait to see, as Life Goes On.

Ring, ring, " This is Ed, err..., this is Barney ! "

The cell phone, " Barney ? Where's Ed ? This is Fred, from dispatch. "

I explained, " Ed's with the Royal Family out jousting or something. I'm in charge here at the white house. Our country is safe ! "

Fred snickered, " Ed left you in charge ? Well Barney, here's the deal. We've got a runner and it just now showed up on the GPS board. It's unit #242, a T-600, assigned to a solo driver. His name is Slick and the trailer number is #T-356, loaded with paper towels. He loaded in Georgia and was suppose to deliver in. Let me see. Ok, he was suppose to deliver it in Detroit. Anyway, he must have disabled the satellite and gone out of route sometime yesterday. "

I had to ask, " He went off the screen yesterday and ya'll just now realized it ? So, where's he at now ? "

Fred paused, " He's showing parked at Lancaster Rd and IH 20, that's the Pile Lot truckstop, here in Dallas. Do you want me to pull his plug ? "

I thought about it, " Well, if he hasn't called in or sent any Quail messages. Yeah, go ahead and shut it down ! Now, I'll grab a bobtail and head over there. You need to get me a driver and have him come in. "

Fred was good, " I already have you one here and waiting. "

So, I sashayed over to dispatch and signed out a tractor. Yep, the Pile Lot wasn't a ten minute drive and I made it in five. I pulled in and spotted the rig parked next to the garage. You know, the Pile Lot's repair shop. I pulled the yellow knob and sashayed over. Yep, it was unoccupied and the trailer seal was still unbroken. So, I climbed in and tried to start her up. Nope, she was dead to the world. Now, I didn't know if that was caused by our dispatch shutting her down or what. So, I called Fred on my cell phone and cut it up with him. Fred fingered his keyboard and still nothing. So, I decided to check with the garage. Yep, Grease Rag was in the know.

I sashayed in, " How's it going ? I'm with TLX and that rig out front was abandoned by one of our drivers. "

Grease Rag wiped his hands, " Your driver was just in here ! He said, she ran out of fuel and needed to be primed. I went out there and put in a few gallons. She cranked right up but her alternator light came on. I found the lead wire that runs the satellite had been cut at the main terminal box. She was shorting out there, so I reconnected it. That's when she shut down and wouldn't start up again. "

I rolled my eyes, " Well, I had our dispatcher shut her down, so that's probably why. Go ahead and write me up a bill for what I owe you. I'll monkey with her and see if I can get her going. "

So, I whipped out my company gold card and settled the score. Well, I played mechanic for awhile but that didn't get me anywhere. So, I lowered her legs and unhooked. Yep, the old drag the non-runner out of the way and in with the new. I drove back to the TLX terminal and dropped the loaded trailer. The newly assigned wheel holder hooked on and headed towards Detroit. I turned in my borrowed tractor keys and updated Fred. I then sashayed into Dan's office at the TLX garage. Yep, he'd send a mechanic over to Pile Lot and get her going. Now, the whole time I was dealing with that. Well, them two cell phones rang nonstop. I mean there wasn't time to think. Ten drivers needed cash advances before their time, a half dozen drivers needed authorization for flats to be fixed, a few more needed mechanical repairs, two drivers running team were slugging it out in Cleveland, a student driver had run over a four wheeler in Sin City, two drivers just wanted cuss out whoever answered the phone, and one caller didn't speak English. What a deal !

It was getting dark as the Royal carriages parked under the Royal carport and the snoot filled Crooks staggered in. Junior had the brightest beak and led the pack like Rude Off the red nosed reindeer. Ed had a brown nose from kissing butt and my nose was bent out of shape. Yep, it was time for a sit down, so I sat down in Ed's office and let her rip.

Ed sat behind his desk, " So, how did it go, Barn ? "

I tossed the gauntlet , " Here are your stinking phones ! Don't ever ask me to do that again ! I bet that every driver out there called me twice ! "

Ed was Ed, " Now you see what I put up with everyday ! It's not easy and I bet you can see that now ! "

I lit up, " Ed, no one should have too ! That's nuts ! Everyone of those calls should of been handled over the Quail Comm and another thing ! Why do you have to approve every transaction made ? Dan should be the one that approves repairs and flats ! Payroll should handle cash advances and ..."

Crook Junior stumbled in, " He's right, Ed ! I heard what he was telling you and he's right ! You can't run the whole show anymore and that's a fact ! We're just now getting started and by next quarter we'll be adding another fifty units to our fleet. We're going to have to do something and pretty #### soon ! "

Ed was on his phones, " I'll call you back. This is Ed, well, if you want to do it that way. Uh huh, alright. This is Ed, no, no, you already agreed, so.."

Junior slapped me on the back, " Barn ! Ed's silly isn't he ? I've been trying to lighten his load but he won't listen to me. How you'd like to be his assistant ? You know, take some of burden off of him and help us out ? "

I gave Junior the look, " What about recruiting ? I've got a full plate just making my rounds at the schools. We can't feel the seats fast enough and your adding more everyday ! Something has to give ! "

Ed was off his phones, " Junior, I don't need an assistant ! I've been doing this since day one ! "

Crook Junior had heard enough, " No ! You need to delegate some of your workload over to somebody ! If you don't want Barney, well you can pick whoever you want. "

Ed gave me the look, " So, you want my job ? Here ! You can have it ! Junior, I'll trade with him ! Let Barney be your General Manager ! "

I stood up, " Look, it's late and I'm starved ! Let's call it a night and get a fresh start tomorrow. "

So, that's what we did. Yep, I knew they'd been drinking and we're both under a lot of stress. I mean, that we all were. You know, screwing over the students, cheating the new bees, and all. Yep, it's hard work, as Bush puts it. Anyway, I was starved, so I treated myself to a double Sonic burger, with tater tots, and 40 oz root beer. What a deal, as Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.