There are days....
When my job...
Sucks ass-o-saurus rex....
And my co-workers....
Get so punchy....
They get weirder than me.
Case in point: Yesterday. Sooooo durn busy, that my eyes (at the end of the day) felt like they were going to run out of my head like they were undercooked eggs. My co-worker, hotcarl, comes over with a plastic lei...and throws it on me like a ring toss. I proceed to turn it into a garotte and try to kill myself. He, in turn, wraps it around his bicep and starts pumping his arm (All while making these Hogan-ish noises like..."Ooooooo...yeah")
Me: "You're weird"
C: "Your mom's weird."
2 comments:
Hrm, where do you work again? Insurance industry? Remind me NOT to purchase insurance from your group...he, he, he.
We love ya just the way you are P-dont ever change.
Shit man... I didn't know you had the power to convert people to Postleisem.
Tbe idea of more than one of you running around? Scarier than your Mom.
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