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i have come to the conclusion that my coworkers do not understand the concept of sarcasm.
i have also come to the conclusion that they are whacked in the head. one of them had the audacity to tell me that it's cheaper for someone from nj to shop in manhattan than to shop in nj. and i'm a crack dealer.
as for me, here's your weekend update. summer is back in full swing with the usual crazy summer bbqs. this weekend had 12 bottles of miller light in less than three hours, followed by a police "raid" in which on-duty offers were given burgers as they were just "swinging by". it's goot to have cop friends sometimes. so the day after, i have a pretty horrific queasy feeling.
my father decides to do the doctorly poking of my stomach and announces, "you've got something hard in there. that's your problem. what did you have to eat?"
"uhm, those are my abs."
"your stomach's not supposed to be that hard."
"those are ab muscles that are over the stomach."
"that's something else."
"no, i'm pretty sure those are my abs, dad."
my mother rolls her eyes at my father and i just leave cause my stomach is turning red from all the poking. parents... sheesh...
have still not seen pirates.... so need to rectify that.
i have also come to the conclusion that they are whacked in the head. one of them had the audacity to tell me that it's cheaper for someone from nj to shop in manhattan than to shop in nj. and i'm a crack dealer.
as for me, here's your weekend update. summer is back in full swing with the usual crazy summer bbqs. this weekend had 12 bottles of miller light in less than three hours, followed by a police "raid" in which on-duty offers were given burgers as they were just "swinging by". it's goot to have cop friends sometimes. so the day after, i have a pretty horrific queasy feeling.
my father decides to do the doctorly poking of my stomach and announces, "you've got something hard in there. that's your problem. what did you have to eat?"
"uhm, those are my abs."
"your stomach's not supposed to be that hard."
"those are ab muscles that are over the stomach."
"that's something else."
"no, i'm pretty sure those are my abs, dad."
my mother rolls her eyes at my father and i just leave cause my stomach is turning red from all the poking. parents... sheesh...
have still not seen pirates.... so need to rectify that.