Ricky Nelson

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The Badass MotherFucker Badass Motherfucker stopped by his secretary’s desk. “I’m going to lunch. Be back in an hour or so homie.” “Sir, you have an appointment with your CFO at one o’clock.” she said “I need you to push that back an hour. And I don’t want to be bothered. Understand?” She smiled. “Yes, sir. And the roses have been delivered.” “Great. Thanks, Big tittied woman.” He walked away from her desk. “Happy Anniversary,” she said as he went out the door. Badass MotherFucker stepped onto the

On 4/25/18 I met Ms. Bambrick for her follow up an appointment with Psychiatrist Dr. Hillenberg. Ms. Bambrick wants a provider to work with her in coping with the life-changing the aspect of this injury and recovery and coordinating her pain medications during her recovery. Her goal is to reduce her pain and her pain medication needs at some point. Unfortunately, Dr. Hillenberg is going to retire and is focusing more on the management end of his practice. He did, however, make some recommendations

Declyn Kinnear had arrived at the University at 7am. Ever since the separation from his College Sweetheart, Amy, had become official, he'd lost himself in his work. At first, the divorce proceedings had been amicable, however when they weren't able to come to an agreement in regards to the division of funds and possession of their house, Amy had called in the Lawyers, and that battle was on-going. In the meantime, the Thirty-one year old physicist had relocated to a two bedroom apartment, only a

"Yes sir?" I abruptly stood up afraid that he is one of his tempers. Sleeping on the job again, huh?" He crossed his arms,with his face heated up. "I'm sorry Mr. Stone, I promise it'll never happen again," I swore to him. "Darn right it'll never happen again, pack your things, you're fired!" He slammed the office door. I hit my head on my hand, "What am I going to tell Angel," I drive home, constantly thinking about what I'm going to do. As I enter the hallway, I take

Shuffling some papers, the blonde looked up suddenly. As the secretary of her boss had approached, she swallowed some saliva hard. She didn’t even have to look at the messenger to know she was being summoned with the way the woman stalked toward her and then stopped to deliver the hard message. “Mr. Dominus needs to see you now.” That was the order. Hilary Drake stopped shuffling her papers, doing as she was told and quickly obeyed. The papers were set neatly on her desk before she turned around

On 05/15/2015 at approximately 1430 hours, at the Lower Buckeye Jail (LBJ) located at 3250 W Lower Buckeye Rd Phoenix, AZ 85009, Inmate Perea-Dominguez, Mazabi T171653 was seen by RN Belinda Houde TR742 in the level 1 medical clinic for a possible broken jaw. He stated he had hurt himself while working out in his cell of T13B02. I questioned Inmate Perea-Dominguez about how he became injured. He stated he had been working out his cell and fell. Upon further questions he told me he would not to

I was thinking the same thing. If he lost his job, then he would have nothing. Well, maybe toilet paper for a little while. :-) The man had been doing this for so long, I am not sure if the boss felt sorry for him, or the boss was afraid of opening a can of worms if he said anything. The boss had a company truck and would leave to visit other campuses. Funny thing is, no one at the other campuses ever saw him. He had greenhouses from the cuttings of other trees on campus that he would sell.

We walked in, him first, because since I’m no lady, there can’t be “ladies first”s happening here, and there was two men--one in all black with thick black hair pulled back in a ponytail and an unamused face (speaking of similarities to Harry Potter, this guy just screamed “Professor Snape) was standing to the side of the large, regal desk, the other in nice and fancy clothing with brown hair and clipped goatee and kind eyes of the same color with a friendly smile on his face, and he was sitting

The assistant has an uneasy look on her face as she walks to my desk. She quietly asks me to follow her, I immediately react by breaking into a sweat. I struggle to ease my swirling thoughts in my head screaming at me, tearing apart at every little task I did wrong. I walk into the office and to my surprise, I am surrounded by flushed officials in black suits, their foreheads gleaming with sweat, irritation at me obvious in their demeanor. I sit down at a desk, I flinch when the chair loudly scrapes