ok so with ellen's promotion and harmon's expulsion, balddee, mule & todd have decided to run amok in the damn break room. a few days ago i decided to venture in there for a cuppa joe and a few asprin. but what to my wondering eyes should appear, but 8 tiny roaches, circling the carpet (who puts carpet in a kitchenette? how bad of an idea is that really?), marching across the countertops through the plates of moldy nachos and swimming in small pools of mysterious liquid and generally having a blast in their newfound home. i promptly turned around and walked to my shrink for a prescription stronger than asprin.
so, until further notice, i shall be turning in my articles via email. i refuse to return to the hell-hole that is BMC headquarters until the fire marshall deems it habitable again. also, i will not give up my stronger-than-asprin prescription until my cube has been sterilized of all evidence of harmon's humping episode.
so now i'm supposed to segue into something witty and interesting. i'm supposed to jump through the entertainment hoop for your pleasure. dance, mothafucka, dance! you know, that shit. right? that's what you want. you want me to give an opinion on something involving interest in this boring world. well... i'm having a hard time with that right now. what with the proposed debate between the presidents of iran and the good ol' u-s-of-a, the one year anniversary of hurricane katrina and its reprocussions abounding and unabating, the unresolved conflicts in lebanon & israel, the upcoming state government elections (blgojobitch or tostinka? pawlenty-of-money or ha-ha-ha-hatch?), nail biting baseball stats, the upcoming football season (sigh. it's already that time again?)... i cant really pick just one. i'm a bit overwhelmed, and i direct you here, to the program Wait, Wait... Dont Tell Me, because Peter Sagal will do a much better job than i can.
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C'mon back to HQ .
I have decided I am going to stop running around the office in my loin cloth .
And I promise no more ballet leaps while in this attire .
We also got rid of the roaches .
well that's a feat. leaping, i mean. thanks for stopping that. i think the most disturbing part was that when you refer to "Loin Cloth" you really mean "Tu-tu"...
Well actually it's Loin Cloth .
I decided to dress like Tarzan for a few days it was right after you stormed out of the office
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