Excuse me? But I'm excused. Look, I have a note:
To Whom it May Concern,
I give Lynnette my permission to go home. She has important things to do today, like eating, clipping the lawn, and devoting her full attention to the hot, hot individual known as 'Dean'. Her responsibility - nay, DUTY to drool like Pavlov's dog over Dean's hot manly presence on the television screen is a matter of patriotic duty (to provide the ratings that will keep the aforementioned freshly baked stud muffin of buttery love), as well as an act of undying devotion. Dean's chisled jawline, softly kissable lips, and spine-meltingly glorious hazel eyes have provoked in the aforementioned Lynnette a deep, lasting and true love that must be indulged for the sake of her mental health, as keeping her from his sexy, smouldering gaze will undoubtedly provoke a deep sense of loss from which she may never recover, and will understandably cause her to dress in black, hang about sighing on moors, and write terrible poetry.
I thereby give her permission to leave work early, in order to keep her sane and the country of Australia well supplied in studly television material.
Dr. Y Pronovost
Is it wrong that just reading Y's description of Dean makes me weak at the knees?
I give Lynnette my permission to go home. She has important things to do today, like eating, clipping the lawn, and devoting her full attention to the hot, hot individual known as 'Dean'. Her responsibility - nay, DUTY to drool like Pavlov's dog over Dean's hot manly presence on the television screen is a matter of patriotic duty (to provide the ratings that will keep the aforementioned freshly baked stud muffin of buttery love), as well as an act of undying devotion. Dean's chisled jawline, softly kissable lips, and spine-meltingly glorious hazel eyes have provoked in the aforementioned Lynnette a deep, lasting and true love that must be indulged for the sake of her mental health, as keeping her from his sexy, smouldering gaze will undoubtedly provoke a deep sense of loss from which she may never recover, and will understandably cause her to dress in black, hang about sighing on moors, and write terrible poetry.
I thereby give her permission to leave work early, in order to keep her sane and the country of Australia well supplied in studly television material.
Dr. Y Pronovost
Is it wrong that just reading Y's description of Dean makes me weak at the knees?