Do I spend another day at the office, or go pheasant hunting in fresh snow? I think my boss will understand...
God bless the cleaning lady who is wiping my baseboards... but I really wish the gaping hole in her tights wasn't showing me all her glory.
In the spirit of the current thread direction- Apparently some asshole named Don is fucking up the plumbing in my office
I honestly don't know what they are trying to say with that note. Is his last name Juse? How bad of a speller they are? What do they want Don Juse to do? Please what? I'm intrigued.
It's obvious that the author was interrupted while penning an urgent message to Don Juse, leaving said message where he knew Don was likely to see it. As to what caused the Transcribus Interruptus - tossing aside aliens and Russian spies, my guess is the Rapture.
Well aren't we just a show off? I have to make broccoli salad for our Christmas party tomorrow. I'm awesome at it. If you guys are lucky, I'll maybe MAYBE post a picture of it. I hear people love pictures of food. Also some people substitute raisins for the bacon. It's like they're anti-Jesus or something.
Don Juse happens to be the slightly retarded stepbrother of Don Juan. Instead of using poetic charisma to seduce women, he simply sneaks up behind them and injects a syringe filled with local anesthetic into their neck.
I just got handed a bottle of Bombay Sapphire (they're a client) at work for a Christmas gift. I don't even drink gin, but I'm going to learn a few good gin drinks real quick. This is pretty nice.
Sounds like your co-workers are in for a real treat. Maybe next year you can make a brussel sprout and lima bean salad.
If they're lucky. So I joined Instagram a while back. Mostly just to keep an eye on my kids (who then blocked me but WHATEVER I DON'T EVEN CARE!). So I popped my Instagram cherry and posted something for the first time the other day. I'm getting the oil changed in my car and killing time, thought I'd see other people maybe to follow and clicked the Suggested for You button or whatever it is. Instagram doesn't know me at all. Katy Perry? Selena Gomez? Marnie the Dog? What am I, 12? Gawd. Mine certainly is. Pretty sure the Angels in heaven sing when I make it.
So I just noticed at the car place I'm at they have a buffet set up. No one is eating from it yet. I'm starving. I see some old people walking over to it. They can't possibly work here right? Especially wearing those sweaters. I may be embarrassing myself in a few. So what else is new, amirite?
Not at all to be confused with Don Juice, who comes in the night and leaves his mark by shitting in the beds of unsuspecting victims instead of leaving a Z scratched into the walls.
Ice, tonic, lemon juice, and Gin for the other half of the glass. It is also mind-numbingly good with San Pellegrino Lemonade.