Don't Drink, Don't Smoke, What Do You Do?
I've been working like it's my job. "It is your job!" you're thinking, but not if they don't pay you. I'm also not sure it classifies as work if your bosses only show up once a week and when they do they tell you to take as many books as you want and discuss emo bands with you. I swear, I am incapable of finding one grown-up or professional activity to take part in.
I was challenged to a DDR dance-off next Sunday at Big Dog by Asian Ron at work. He calls himself Asian Ron, not me. This may seem strange to some, but actually I have a long history of battling Asian men in the art of movement.
For example, in eighth grade the only person who could beat me at limbo was this kid Derrick Chung. That kid was like an overcooked strand of pasta. If you're out there Derrick Chung, and I know you are, I demand a rematch.
Having a stuffed bunny with a half an ear and a bear body makes your life funny. And sad. And super weird.
BOWLING! FOR SERIOUS!
I was challenged to a DDR dance-off next Sunday at Big Dog by Asian Ron at work. He calls himself Asian Ron, not me. This may seem strange to some, but actually I have a long history of battling Asian men in the art of movement.
For example, in eighth grade the only person who could beat me at limbo was this kid Derrick Chung. That kid was like an overcooked strand of pasta. If you're out there Derrick Chung, and I know you are, I demand a rematch.
Having a stuffed bunny with a half an ear and a bear body makes your life funny. And sad. And super weird.
BOWLING! FOR SERIOUS!