Monday, February 14, 2011
Author: Mrsblogalot | | at 2:30 PM |
I believe in instinct.
I believe in being blunt.
I do NOT believe I can fly.
I believe someone should be working on a Time Machine that has the ability to retract all of life's "unfortunate" little moments at the touch of a button.
But until they get cracking on that sucker....
Perhaps I should have pressed that "Mute" button when stating comically to a coworker that I'd rather be hit with a double inverted yeast infection and a side of congo rash rather than go to a meeting with my manager while on a conference call....
...whilst said manager was listening in on the other end of that conference call
...Why can't we fly again?
I've since changed my name and identity to protect the innocent but I can't hide in this office forever.
They just don't make holes big enough these days.
Making a coworker snort has it's price.
And yes, I know, we all must follow our own instincts and respective moral compasses. But man, I would really like to have that machine right about now.
Surely a contraption such as this could finally save me from myself!!!
What is the delay?
We make bombs right?
I don't understand the problem.
Btw, anyone have a good cure for congo rash?
... I have to go to a meeting now.