| 08-13-2007, 11:39 AM | #1 |
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Holy Babalooshus
Im up at 10:00AM today in case I get that call for Dollaramma.
I can still hear the damned crickets cricketing. 
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| 09-09-2007, 09:35 PM | #2 |
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Re: Holy Babalooshus
Friggin Update For The "Why Not's"
I have been workin there for a week now every day from 9-5, i made about 300+ bucks this week, and will be at this rate be making 1000 bucks a month. Which is for me, serious coinage.
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| 09-09-2007, 10:20 PM | #3 |
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Re: Holy Babalooshus
Dollarama, really?
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| 09-10-2007, 03:40 PM | #4 |
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Re: Holy Babalooshus
Holy crap, that's a lot of money!
 What do you do there? 
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| 09-13-2007, 06:41 PM | #5 |
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Re: Holy Babalooshus
I stock shelves and check out the ladies.
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