At least there were blunts

Life at the office was boring and dull as fuck. Everyday I basically got shat on for no reason because people do not realize I am only the fucking receptionist. I will tell you I have the worst and best luck. Two things that came out of my summer job were blunts and Cabo. The only two people in the office were these two guys.

One of them I just want to nickname Burger King because he always had a BK cup in his hand, I would say he is your typical BK lover, about 5’5 chubby, red brownish beard and he absolutely HATED his job. I think I should have gotten paid for being a therapist as well as the helpful receptionist that I was (and yes I was blazed 90 percent of them). I honestly do not really know what I would do without BK man, every time someone called I had no idea what this loan servicing terminology was all about, nor did I give a flying fuck so he was wise and provided me with the help I needed to stay in the cuban madhouse. You know what BK man should win an sward, that crazed mother fucker rolled a blunt in his like cubicle on his keyboard, not many people have the balls to pull that stunt.

I’ll call his friend Jesus because he was pretty religious. And I guess you could say I was his Mary Magdalen, because he totally wanted to do me. I used to think Jesus was pretty cute,but then he told me he lived with his parents. We also went out for cocktails one night and he did not pay. The only bonus was the blunt he brought. Great times. I must say I walked around the streets of Miami with a blunt or bowl in my hand many times and no one gave two shits. One time I gave the rest of my blunt to a homeless man and he almost cried he was so happy. Well, actually I did not but I always thought about it.

Jesus definitely was a super guy, I think other girls would be all over him considering he was a cute, family guy, good values, not a convict or illegal immigrant (which is definitely hard to find in Miami) but I have more important things I need. I need a man who is older, with money and wants to treat me like a sex slave because I dig that for some really sick reason but hey we all have our guilty pleasure in life. Right?

Jesus ended up being such a good friend, he met up with me and gave me FIRE (only the best bud I had in Miami). When you live with your grandparents, you have to be on something to make shit interesting. I totally took advantage of that Blue Ray player, and fridge. Jesus is cool and is down to rage and do drugs, so who knows maybe we will be best friends for ever.
I was high as a kite and lazy most of the my summer and barely partied but when I did I went hard. My best friend In tampa told me that her friend Shag was coming into Miami and apparently he was cool so I figured why not, I met up with him at his brother place on the beach, we drank some beers and chilled which was great fun and smoked! Bonus! And his brother made cinnamon buns-Double Bonus!

Well we all know how Lexa gets when he drinks, so after about like 10 beers he was touching me and next thing I know I am in his brother’s roommate's bed naked...opps. Naturally my grandparents are like freaks and wake up at 7 am on saturdays so I figured it would be O.K. to nap and then go home. I got to their place at 8 am and my grandfather of course was reading the newspaper in their living room and I am still drunk in my outfit from last night and just run up to bed. My grandmother exclaimed she could not believe that I got home so late! Sorry, this aint the 1950’s.