I asked the clerk at the post office if she had any cool stamps.
She said "no, only these" and tossed me.....
Shut up, brain, or I'll stab you with a Q-tip!
I have feelings too - like ''My stomach hurts'' or ''I'm going crazy!'
Marge, I agree with you -- in theory. In theory, communism works. In theory.
Marge, you being a cop makes you the man! Which makes me the woman - and I have no interest in that, besides occasionally wearing the underwear, which as we discussed, is strictly a comfort thing.
Yes, honey...Just squeeze your rage up into a bitter little ball and release it at an appropriate time, like that day I hit the referee with the whiskey bottle.
Don't worry. Being eaten by a crocodile is just like going to sleep. In a giant blender.
When I look at the smiles on all the children's faces...I just know they're about to jab me with something.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I Love My Job
As you probably know (again - there are 3 of you who read this...) I work as an administrator in a non-profit organization (take that "non-profit" categorization very, very literally.) I love my job. Here is an email that recently went to staff:
How is Thursday the 29th at 2pm for viewing B's autopsy film?
How is Thursday the 29th at 2pm for viewing B's autopsy film?
Monday, October 19, 2009
Muzak
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Good Morning
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Productive
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