Strange Gifts
I went back to my office today to pick up some paperwork and found a handful of gifts on my desk from my stupid yet helpful peers.
First one was a damn chin strap, the kind on a football helmet, from my secretary, Suzanne. She's a bitch, but we get along.
Second, was a T-Shirt that read "Dumb-Ass Crossing" from my buddy Jeff, the same buddy that told me wasabi was "A Kind of Mild Japanese Guacamole". Needless to say, he enjoyed watching me puke after downing a golf-ball sized portion.
Third, was a Sympathy card from Crystal, Jeff's secretary, she's really, really emotional.
Last but not least was a pair of Nike Sport "Gripz" Tennis Shoes from my boss. He's an ass. But the shoes fit well.
Then there's all the others, calling me hatchet-face and laughing and joking. We had a good time. I just can't wait till something happens to one of them. But, that's the bitch, things like that never happen to assholes.
First one was a damn chin strap, the kind on a football helmet, from my secretary, Suzanne. She's a bitch, but we get along.
Second, was a T-Shirt that read "Dumb-Ass Crossing" from my buddy Jeff, the same buddy that told me wasabi was "A Kind of Mild Japanese Guacamole". Needless to say, he enjoyed watching me puke after downing a golf-ball sized portion.
Third, was a Sympathy card from Crystal, Jeff's secretary, she's really, really emotional.
Last but not least was a pair of Nike Sport "Gripz" Tennis Shoes from my boss. He's an ass. But the shoes fit well.
Then there's all the others, calling me hatchet-face and laughing and joking. We had a good time. I just can't wait till something happens to one of them. But, that's the bitch, things like that never happen to assholes.