no...you are not funny.
Oh where do I start?
Today I gave myself a very nasty paper cut on the pinky finger of my left hand. I put a band-aid on it. Then at the end of my shift I went to look for a missing hundred dollar bill and saw it caught in the back of a cash drawer and tried to pull it out and caused the drawer to catch on my hand. I broke part of my nail, scraped off a good portion of skin and caused yet another bruise. That happened to the second to the ring finger of my left hand.
Yet another band-aid.
I now have two band-aids on one hand.
People were dumb.
There was a weird older guy who walked around with his shirt open and kept asking the price of books. He then argued with me regarding his receipt. I even did the math by hand and he still didn't believe me.
I think one of the more irritating moments of the day had to do with "oh so clever" people who would come up, look at the 9/11 commission book and say, "Shouldn't this be in fiction."
Oh you clever wit. Move over Noel Coward for I think a new sage has entered the popular culture.
If I hear one more person attempt to be funny I will find a large heavy object and throw it in the direction of their head.
That is right up there with the people who see the Bill Clinton book and say, "Why does it say, 'My Life' it should say, 'My Lies.'"
Many of those people ask if the book has sold at all. I have decided to have a bit of fun and I told a rather unpleasant fellow that "My Life" has sold more copies then the Bible ever did since the advent of the printing press.
I think he believed me.
I think I need a popsicle.
Last night I was having strange sex dreams about a politican....It prevented me from getting any proper sleep.
Today I gave myself a very nasty paper cut on the pinky finger of my left hand. I put a band-aid on it. Then at the end of my shift I went to look for a missing hundred dollar bill and saw it caught in the back of a cash drawer and tried to pull it out and caused the drawer to catch on my hand. I broke part of my nail, scraped off a good portion of skin and caused yet another bruise. That happened to the second to the ring finger of my left hand.
Yet another band-aid.
I now have two band-aids on one hand.
People were dumb.
There was a weird older guy who walked around with his shirt open and kept asking the price of books. He then argued with me regarding his receipt. I even did the math by hand and he still didn't believe me.
I think one of the more irritating moments of the day had to do with "oh so clever" people who would come up, look at the 9/11 commission book and say, "Shouldn't this be in fiction."
Oh you clever wit. Move over Noel Coward for I think a new sage has entered the popular culture.
If I hear one more person attempt to be funny I will find a large heavy object and throw it in the direction of their head.
That is right up there with the people who see the Bill Clinton book and say, "Why does it say, 'My Life' it should say, 'My Lies.'"
Many of those people ask if the book has sold at all. I have decided to have a bit of fun and I told a rather unpleasant fellow that "My Life" has sold more copies then the Bible ever did since the advent of the printing press.
I think he believed me.
I think I need a popsicle.
Last night I was having strange sex dreams about a politican....It prevented me from getting any proper sleep.
go bill
(Anonymous) 2004-07-23 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)Re: go bill
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But I wouldn't mind hitting a few people.
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*eww* there is a shortage of hotties in politics.
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Child of an alcoholic with an amazing amount of charisma makes the most of his life and marries an amazing broad.
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He's photogenic but not necessarily attractive to me; I guess that's because I still consider him to be a "boss" figure.
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PLEASE don't let this be who I think it is!
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It isn't Bush.
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Thus they will never ever get laid.
Ever!
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The sex dream wasn't about him though..
It is the voice.
The man has a voice that could melt butter.
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It's true, I hated growing up in the South, but a southern accent stills gets me all hot and bothered. (Of course, I don't mean a *redneck* southern accent... lord knows I dated enough of those.)
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