I worked at the Arby's on Hawthorne in Portland for a about a month after I quit a gig as a telephone psychic. This was in '97 or '98. It was the worst fucking job ever. Although I did fuck every bitch that worked there, some of who were banging, some of who were not and one of which might have been literally retarded. I'm sure most of them were under age too (I was only 18 at the time). Regardless, underage retarded pussu does not outweigh coming home smelling like rotten roast beef logs. I quit that shit with a quickness.
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