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Cake day: August 8th, 2025

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  • I feel you brother. Nobody respects the idea that night shifters need sleep too. I met my gf over 20 years ago. We worked together on night shift, so she understood the trials and tribulations of night shift workers. She became disabled soon after, and no longer worked. About 10 years ago I was asleep, and was awakened by BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, in the kitchen. I get up to see what the fuck was going on. She’s standing at the counter trying to open a jar of pickles by smacking the lid on said counter. I must have cussed her out for five straight minutes. “Did you really need some fucking pickles that goddam bad?” and "goddammit woman, you know better, " were among the choice phrases I had for her.




  • Years ago I worked 2nd shift in a bindery at a medium-sized print shop. One day when I came in at 3 pm, the 1st shift straw boss announced that we had to get a certain job folded and boxed and ready to ship by 5 pm. The asshole who ran the folder on 1st claimed it was “all set up and ready to go”. It was not. So to add to the frustration of the situation, this one c*nt, whom her co-workers called “Pricess Smith” because she was fucking the married supervisor who’s name was Smith (no, not really), used to hide one of only two tape guns in her toolbox. So after wasting an extra 10 minutes looking for the one remaining tape gun (after 15 minutes finishing the set-up of the folder), we barely got the job folded, boxed and palletized in time for the truck driver to load and deliver it.

    Later, once we had time to breathe, I was still feeling salty. I broke into her assigned plastic toolbox by removing the hinge. I took out “her” tape gun (not hers. just to be clear) and taped it up in a huge wad of tape, then put it back and put the hinge back on, and put the toolbox back where she kept it.

    The next day, we heard that she cried about it and even went to the company VP about it. After placating her, according to one of the other supervisors, they all laughed their asses off.


  • A few years ago I discovered that my girlfriend takes monster shits. She only poops once every 3 or 4 days. When I say “horse turd”, I’m not kidding, just looking at one of these makes my ass hurt. Anyway, apparently this sort of thing isn’t unheard of. I stumbled on a Reddit post about something called a “poop knife”. I repurposed my shittiest chef’s knife (pun intended) for this task, which has cut down on the number of times I have to plunge the toilet. We wash it off every time with tile cleaner, so it never goes in the dish washer. I’ve blunted the edge since it doesn’t need to be sharp, and my girlfriend is a complete klutz. I can easily imagine her dropping it and cutting off a toe. Imagine having to explain to an ER doc cutting your toe off with a poop knife.