I'm thinking specifically of a really skinny white dude with long hair and a goatee who doesn't wear a shirt, has a ton of snakes, a few big ones he's really proud of and won't stop talking about, might sell meth, and definitely sells weed because I bought some from him in Palatka, FL
you can like snakes, you can have one as a pet if you like and I have no qualms with it. they just kind of creep me out is all. but if you have a lot of them and you start making your life about your snakes and you're to the point where you or someone else would refer to you as a "snake person," then yeah, miss me with that
10 minute calls with my project manager where he feels the need to explain what to do and how to do it every time, and it's always the same fucking thing. talks about why we have this project (idfc) and then he says "you're smart, you know what to do" before launching into another quick rehash of what to do.
Not so little but: when douchebag new hires think they know everything. the things this fucking idiot has said the last few weeks... I can’t imagine his wife and kids actually exist in anything but a pit in his basement and he’s Buffalo Bill. The fact this fucker got through two interviews with multiple groups of people shows the terrifying idiocy I work with.
When people leave their windshield wipers on but the rain has stopped. And the wipes are on high! How does that noise not bug the shit out of them??
My friend used to do it all the time on blunt cruises and I always paranoidly yelled at her like “that makes us look high!!”
I meant to pack leggings and what I actually packed was a pair of high waisted shapewear briefs and one knee high sock.
All I have to do is go back to my hometown and probably ask around. My hometown is kinda notorious for it nowadays