whaddup, my name is Blenderdick Custardbath
Benchthis Chunkybap. Well.
Backitup Cunningscratch Omfg
The entire fact that this exists makes me insanely happy. Also, nice to meet you all, I am Beachbody Candygram.
Burgerking Custardbath or Beezlebub Johnnycash.
…. I like both.
Benefit Custard bath, here.
i am bonapart cunningscratch. at least the surname is actually as long as my real surname.
Benefit Custardbath. Which, to be honest, sounds a bit like something they would name a shade of paint. “Oh, yes, we did repaint the hallway. it’s Benefit Custardbath. Limited edition, I’m afraid!”
Those who say the Black Widow’s fighting style is just movie bullshit can see the above. ^ Shit is terrifyingly real.
I think I’m in love.
She’s so tiny.
But she could kill me.
I will reblog this flying head scissors every time it comes on my dash because it’s so fucking awesome.
I love this more every single time I see it.
(Mod Note: This post uses a few British-English colloquialisms and I’m here to be your translator, North American Robins! Pram = stroller, and Cot = crib. ~J)
I work at a store that sells all things baby and because actually explaining and finding stock for everything we have in the store, especially since a lot of customers that know nothing about prams and what-not when they come in, it takes way more than 15 minutes to serve a customer. So around the 10-15 minute mark we’ll start telling people we’re closing up so they can make their final purchases. As I’m waiting for my customers to come and pay at the counter, my coworker comes up to me and points out the couple currently leaving the store. She did the rounds today of telling people we’re closing up and this couple turns to her for help on getting an entirely new cot set, pram and car seat, she explains to them, that since we’re closing they should come back another day when we have more time to go through everything with them. But instead of being rational and realising they should have arrived before closing time, they instead tell her she’s rude, she’s providing them with terrible customer service and why can’t we just stay open a while longer so that they can finish their shopping. And today was Mother’s Day, so when my co-worker said she had to go home to see her mother, they replied with “that’s not my problem, why can’t you help us?”. And yet she’s the rude one?
I really hate it when customers think that the world revolves around them and that business hours are merely just a guildeline. Would they seriously say this if they were say, at a supermarket a minute before closing? No, they would not.
Actually, as someone who works in a supermarket, yes they really fucking would. Ah, Sunday afternoons, you are the bane of my fucking life.
There’s a new post on the baking blog! Pistachio-Raisin-Coconut-Cranberry Buns.
when I say “I wish they would turn this book into a movie” what I really mean is “I wish they would turn this book into a 17-hour-long spectacle that includes every single solitary detail and doesn’t deviate at all from the storyline and has perfect casting”
There is a new post on my baking blog. Melting Moments: http://stressbaker.wordpress.com/2013/05/10/melting-moments/