Schmoopy and the child bride
There is more to my life than complaining about work and the eating/digestion noises of my horrible coworkers, I swear.
The man didn't have a name when he just ate snacks all day with the crinkling of the packages, the smacking of lips, and the world class proficiency at the 'burp and blow'. He became Schmoopy when he started cooing to his future wife (an 18 year old from Kentucky (?)) on the phone twice a day. She ended up getting a job here as well, so we all got to enjoy the baby-talk and the kissy noises in stereo. They have since had a child, which was probably a good thing for her because she was able to stop focusing all of her maternal attention on his fish ('Come here, fishy... give momma a kiss').
Schmoopy, TCB and the Spawn have stopped in for a little Saturday Dathon torture. They're filling out Schmoopy's timesheet, eating sandwiches and macaroni and cheese, and plotting directions to the Cheesecake Factory from what I can hear. The Spawn repeats everything he says 12 times while S and TCB ignore him, until he does something wrong, which is when TCB hisses at him through clenched teeth before changing tactics in a bipolar whirl and cajoling him in a sugar-coated falsetto.
Aarrgh! Anybody have the number for a Death Dealer?
The man didn't have a name when he just ate snacks all day with the crinkling of the packages, the smacking of lips, and the world class proficiency at the 'burp and blow'. He became Schmoopy when he started cooing to his future wife (an 18 year old from Kentucky (?)) on the phone twice a day. She ended up getting a job here as well, so we all got to enjoy the baby-talk and the kissy noises in stereo. They have since had a child, which was probably a good thing for her because she was able to stop focusing all of her maternal attention on his fish ('Come here, fishy... give momma a kiss').
Schmoopy, TCB and the Spawn have stopped in for a little Saturday Dathon torture. They're filling out Schmoopy's timesheet, eating sandwiches and macaroni and cheese, and plotting directions to the Cheesecake Factory from what I can hear. The Spawn repeats everything he says 12 times while S and TCB ignore him, until he does something wrong, which is when TCB hisses at him through clenched teeth before changing tactics in a bipolar whirl and cajoling him in a sugar-coated falsetto.
Aarrgh! Anybody have the number for a Death Dealer?