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An Hilarious McDonald's Job Application and MoreAn Hilarious McDonald's Job Application and Extreme Coming-of-age Rituals Revealed, and More Besides...An Hilarious McDonald's Job Application and More by PurpleInk777
, my fellow gangstas, angels, friends and watchers,
Thanks so much for your patience and understanding, while I have been on hiatus! It's been so long since I first decided to go on hiatus – makes one feel old!
However, I'm finally getting back into some order, now that I've recovered sufficiently from my surgery! (My brain has finally cleared!) What's more, I plan to return to writing A.S.A.P.! That, along with the stamps and gifs I've created (thus far),
should allow me to grow at least another 10 inches, as an artist! I can't wait!
But I digress.
I awoke this morning, to find this hilarious job application in my Facebook inbox. This Is An Actual Job Application Submitted To A McDonald's In Florida. And They Hired Him For His Honesty! Now
SebastianxReader: Maid Service Part 2SebastianxReader: Maid Service Part 2 by 13Youko
You sighed as you made your way down the dark streets of London. You must have been out there for a hour by now and the heels you had been forced to wear were starting to really hurt. You adjusted the low cut of your dress as you stepped into an empty alley. Footsteps echoed behind you as someone entered the alley, followed by lighter steps. You stopped in the center of the narrow path and spun around to face them. "This does not seem to be working." You said, facing the two others in the alley.
"No it isn't." Ciel commented, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"I do believe that Miss. (Name) does not fit the image of a Lady of the Night." Sebastian added, a light teasing grin on his lips as he looked you over, causing a blush to quickly spread across your cheeks. "Maybe our killer knows she is bait?"
For the past few days a killer had been stalking the streets going after Ladies of the Night. There had been four victims so far, each found with the same wound. The press had dubbed
CryCry by BlackThornRose
“Keep your head up.
God gives his hardest battles
To his strongest soldiers.”
– Katie Schubert
Terrance laid in bed listening to music; his legs crossed one over the other and his foot moved to the beat of the song. He placed his arms behind his head as a pillow not bothering to use the real thing, and closed his eyes.
For a moment he lost himself in the angry lyrics and gritty voice of the singer, until the music stopped suddenly. His eyes flew to the radio and he almost jumped out of his skin when he found someone else in the room with him.
“Mom! When did you come in?” He looked toward his now open door and back to his mother.
Fable stood beside the desk, her finger still pressing the ‘stop’ button on the radio while she had a small frown across her pretty face.
“What is this nonsense you’re listening to?” She popped the disc out and read the title, raising an eyebrow
Not To BeThe Fates have decided...Not To Be by dkenreeks
you and me are not to be.
I know what you want...
but I am now off limits.
I hate to see you cry, chid...
but there are better than me.
You knew that I was taken...
and I cannot break my vows.
Yes, I do desire to love on you...
but my desires cannot play now.
Go your way, and I will go mine...
for us, my friend,'tis the end of the line.
Perhaps, in another time-and-place,
we might renew what we must now deny.
Si volvre parcas, my dear, sweet child...
One last hug, and then off you must go.