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Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Bridget Jones?

I hate to state the obvious, but...God, I am such a spaz!
Yesterday was just one of those days that kept me laughing.

First off, I was at work and talking to an employee. I knelt down to get something out of a file for her and suddenly *PoP* there goes my button off of my pants. So, I had to stand there holding my pants up with one hand while trying to finish my business with the employee. thank god I have an emergency sewing kit in my desk

Secondly, at lunch, I was talking to my buddies and I walked into the side of a building. that was classic

Thirdly, I get back from lunch and there's an envelope in my in-bin. I take a look at it and it's air mail from France. It's addressed to the 'non contributory pension plan' which is obviously not something I handle (I HATE retirement compensation work) so I take it back to the clerk who put it in my bin. I said, "this goes to B____" and she says, "oh, sorry..." Then she stops me and says, "But isn't this the guy you handle?. " I said, "What guy?" and she points to the bottom of the address where it says: "Etats-Unis d'Amérique." Well, I couldn't help but laugh at her. Yes.. Etats-Unis d'Amérique...That's my guy! ::cackling:: (so this didn't happen TO me, but it happened around me.) apparently it's contagious

Anywho, that was enough stupidity for the day...I'll spare you the story of me falling off of the treadmill later that evening.

Before I go, I will leave you with a shout-out to my man, Rex Wockner, who brought a great deal of happiness to my day with the phrase "Baby Jesus Butt Plug."

Enjoy!

1 Comments:

At 1/27/2005 9:07 PM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

First of all, I would very much like to hear about the treadmill incident. Secondly, I would like you to know that the phrase "baby jesus butt plug" brought joy to many lives. And last, but definitely not least (chant with me now) OO-STER-HOUSE! OO-STER-HOUSE! OO-STER-HOUSE! *pumping fists in the air*

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