wasted posted:doctors heal the sick you just carry out their orders. lmao. just kidding, you interact with the patients and lend them a sense of purpose once Medicaid denies their unfortunate ass. just kidding, it's important to know how to stick people with needles and fuck the newbie. actually, you're cool vote conservative.
nurse practitioners do w/e the fuck they want man no rules, just right
fuck doctors
fUCKING CARERER
ChairmanMao posted:wasted posted:doctors heal the sick you just carry out their orders. lmao. just kidding, you interact with the patients and lend them a sense of purpose once Medicaid denies their unfortunate ass. just kidding, it's important to know how to stick people with needles and fuck the newbie. actually, you're cool vote conservative.
nurse practitioners do w/e the fuck they want man no rules, just right
fuck doctors
An old rich aunt wanted me to be a NP so I could get her scripts. God bless. Economy says I should have bent to enablement's will
ChairmanMao posted:nurse practitioners do w/e the fuck they want man no rules, just right
fuck doctors
for real doe that np shit is straight badass. crazy shit
discipline posted:ahahaha I just got offered salary + benefits just this minute which is weird
yum yum very nice
discipline posted:I've been unable to keep anything on my stomach for about 18 hours so I decide to go to the bodega to get some coke + pretzels on suggestion from a colleague. My head is throbbing, my throat raw and dry. I struggle to put on some clothes, my hair a rat's nest. I grip the railing walking up the stairs so I don't pass out. The heat outside complements my fever, my vision swimming. I shuffle down the street like a kind of zombie, unable to walk at a regular pace. I wish I had a cane or something. I catch a glance of myself in a store mirror, my eyes are sunken and have circles under them. I press down the nausea and the taste of vomit and push my body forward, sweat dripping down my back as I shuffle pathetically to the bodega, eyes glazed over. A man walks by me and says, "Yum yum! Very nice!"
a man offering compliments to a woman despite her clearly disheveled physical appearance? doesnt he know that male attraction is reserved exclusively for women who fit media-manufactured, unattainable beauty standards? what an asshoel. tell Borat i said to FUCK OFF
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Goethestein posted:there's a rhizzone poster, i think impper??, who got banned from wddp for criticizing one of the posters who beat the shit out of a homeless man with a collapsible baton for catcalling xher
haha really, that's pretty fucked up
no but thats silly because only foreigners catcall
Goethestein posted:i thought the point of establishing how gross you looked was to indicate how you did not have it coming, and i have to agree. solidarity my sister
i thought it was to indicate how she felt like shit and being catcalled was the last thing she needed. meanwhile the first thing she needed was a coke and some pretzels
Goethestein posted:i bet khamsek has a super bod to be catcalled when she looks like a homeless bruja
ChairmanMao, please throw this sick pig in the river
Superabound posted:also, the current media/blogger fascination with it is almost entirely the product of white racism
Man just when I was starting to think you were only half-shit
Goethestein posted:i bet khamsek has a super bod to be catcalled when she looks like a homeless bruja
the quoted post is Shit
Goethestein posted:there's a rhizzone poster, i think impper??, who got banned from wddp for criticizing one of the posters who beat the shit out of a homeless man with a collapsible baton for catcalling xher
that was our neglectful father joey, people were mad at him because the person who beat the shit out of the homeless guy was bragging about it in what was supposed to be a safe space
I farted on every single one of my 37 employees.
The initial fart began on January 21st, 2008 while I was expediting at my somewhat famous restaurant in the meatpacking district.
Lets just say, I am a chef, I dont know if I would call myself world famous, but I am definitely known in and around NYC.
I have had several specials on foodnetwork.
You probably know me if you like food and eating in manhattan.
That said, lets get back to the first fart, the maiden fart, the perfect fart.
It was hot as hell in the kitchen that night, sometimes I like to turn off the air conditioning to give my staff a bit of a stir, it makes their blood flow, their tempers flash, but for some reason, their discomfort turns out better quality food.
So with all the air off, there is no air flow in our downstairs kitchen, and its small and cramped and really really fucking hot, even in january.
We have our plates in the warmer under our pass, so i was helping my hot apps guy plate a new fungi misti when it happened.
He had the pan in his right hand, and we both reached to bend over to get the hot plate, i got there first, so he inhaled the entire hot air load that i let roar out of my pants.
It was bold, loud, and completely unapologetic.
I was louder though, laughing so fucking hard at his coughing and gagging that i almost lost the granddaddy, the origin of the fart, the poop.
This actually did happen on fart employee #19, but we will get back to that.
So with this began my mission.
I had to fart on everyone that works for me, and write it all in a log book so that I can keep track.
Some people I couldn't just directly fart on, like my accountant, shes a sweet girl, and I think she might feel that I have accosted her or something, department of labor could be called, etc.., so much care has to be taken with these types of cases.
1. The only rules I had were this: I had to fart on everyone, I mean including my bread guy, my pasta guy, all our dishwashers, my sous chef, etc...
2. They had to either hear, smell or be somehow aware that I have farted on them. This is where it gets tricky.
3. I have to do it in order of name, alphabetically, and I cant skip people and come back.
4. At least 80% had to make a comment or some type of revolting behavior afterward, and if they didnt, I had to do them again and again, the same person, until they finally surrendered to the demon that is my fart.
This was easy with the line cooks and basic kitchen staff, as they are used to this kind of shit, the front of the house however, are like a bunch of fucking statues scared to move.
My farts on them where secretly my most favorite, because I think it took them out of whatever musical they thought they were living in, and made them alive, made them smell, made them want to throw up for a valid reason.
I think all farts should have a color assigned to them, because you know when that one fart comes out and lingers in the air and wont leave, I mean its obvious that is a green fart. Everyone should know this by now, its even documented in cartoons.
A red fart is a spicy one, probably incurred by some type of spicy ethnic food with a great amount of chilis and onions.
A yellow fart, well these are worse on the farter, than they are on the fartee.
These are sick farts, the ones that are on the verge of being sharts. Just imagine the fart that comes after downing like gallon of vodka, eating like 5 gyros on st. marks, then bagging a hooker named natasha, who acts like she is from russia, but you know just know she fucking grew up in Hackensack.
This is never good, especially in the kitchen, so if I think I have a yellow in tow, I clamp my hole shut and run to the nearest bathroom to unleash the fury.
Unless, of course I am at home, then what the hell, I let it rip and see what happens. New underwear are only like 5 feet away, so lets see what happens, life is a journey.
I think I will post the story of every single persons very own and original fart on here every night for 37 nights. Some are really good ones, some are just farts, but I will let you be the judge.
And maybe by the end some of you will know who i am, and if you ever do figure it out, come to my restaurant and tell the bartender this: "Mr. Bojangles and his two sidewinders sent me", he will give you a free drink, and a laugh.
Lysenko posted:THESE PRETZELS. ARE. MAKING ME THIRSTY!! *dies of dehydration*
Kramer faces harassment charges after berating a woman to "take it easy lady!" Elaine's new salary and benefits make her question her leftist ideals. George finds out his one night stand may have been a prostitute. Newman escapes Jerry's wrath by locking himself in a bathroom.
ilmdge posted:Lysenko posted:THESE PRETZELS. ARE. MAKING ME THIRSTY!! *dies of dehydration*
Kramer faces harassment charges after berating a woman to "take it easy lady!" Elaine's new salary and benefits make her question her leftist ideals. George finds out his one night stand may have been a prostitute. Newman escapes Jerry's wrath by locking himself in a bathroom.
Goethestein posted:there's a rhizzone poster, i think impper??, who got banned from wddp for criticizing one of the posters who beat the shit out of a homeless man with a collapsible baton for catcalling xher
that was gjoey
http://www.rhizzone.net/forum/post/138675/