Monday, February 8, 2016

Actually, HE’S Going to Disneyland.

Throw a Super Bowl party. Because you’re just dying to clean your place twice in twelve hours.

But keep an eye on your ride all day. I was filling up my car yesterday when a guy next to me started telling me that Super Bowl Sunday was his favorite day. Not because of the action, but the distraction. He’s a repo man.

With three kids, including an eight-week old (random people like to open up to me), he makes big cash with little hassle because everyone is way into watching the game. I guess not having someone threaten to stab you in the face is a good day at work. Winner.

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