So, my plan for the next job interview is to walk in, face my interviewer, tell him my salary requirement, and then knock him the fuck out.
How about I make you throw up for three hours after lunch then?
I know I'm going to find a great alien nest of arachnids pulsing over a big slimy hairy spider egg.
I googled the word, looking for logo ideas. I found a page full of breast pumps.
The guys at the car wash are beginning to think I'm a creepy stalker.