I used to get to work building manufactured homes before the sun came up and not go home until after the sun went down. Such a fulfilling feeling when you are tired but get a sense of accomplishment like no other. I remembered almost getting ran over by a spic high on cocaine on the forklift and pivoted to get out of the way and that was scary. Mostly good memories though... still am grateful I didn't die that day. Fucking forklift drivin spics pieces of shits
I used to get to work building manufactured homes before the sun came up and not go home until after the sun went down. Such a fulfilling feeling when you are tired but get a sense of accomplishment like no other. I remembered almost getting ran over by a spic high on cocaine on the forklift and pivoted to get out of the way and that was scary. Mostly good memories though... still am grateful I didn't die that day. Fucking forklift drivin spics pieces of shits
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