*When a “person” is mad at you and the best they can come up with as a verbal retort is, ‘Fuck you, fuck y’all and fuck you.”, asking them, “And the horses we rode in on too?” only serves to confuse them more. And that is fun.
*Chugging Vlasic pickle juice is a bad idea. *eep* Unless you have a lead stomach, stick to the wimpy Mt Olive brand.
*Ruining a coyote’s chance of having a turkey dinner is a nice thing to do at 7:00 a.m.
*One tiny bump of poison ivy on your ankle will travel at lightning speed all the way up your leg. I do mean *all* the way up. I wish I was a man- then I could get away with scratching what’s itching.
*It should be a jewel in my crown when I don’t strangle Ample Ass. Today she wanted to know how to get to the internet. Um, she’s been getting to the internet, but I pulled up a browser for her. Her words to me- “That’s not the internet I want.”. Why, oh why, is it illegal for me to introduce her head to my desk?
*When you’re diabetic, your co-workers will always bring you candy as a souvenier from their vacation. Sigh.
*Once you’ve scratched your leg raw from that aforementioned poison ivy rash, putting Benadryl cream on it basically cauterizes the spot. It no longer itches, but that may be because it’s now burning like there’s no tomorrow.
*The length of and amount of bull shit in a staff infection meeting is directly proportionate to how shitty a mood you’re already in.
*If Preparation H truly shrinks hemorrhoids, I’d like to order a metric shit ton to smear all over 99% of the people I come in contact with anymore.
Sigh.