Extreme Ironing
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Sassy: So, I was talking to my co-workers about Curling…
LJers: … What?
Sassy: Curling. You know, the Olympic ice sweeping sport.
LJers: You talk… about Curling… at your job?
Sassy: What, you don’t?
LJers: Wait, don’t you work for the government?
Sassy: Your tax dollars hard at work, folks.
LJers: [heavy sigh] So why were you talking about Curling?
Sassy: Well, see, we were talking about poo…
LJers: [eye roll] Of course.
Sassy: … Which led to us talking about hurling…
LJers: [nod] Naturally.
Sassy: And then another co-worker overheard us and thought we said Curling…
LJers: Oh, uh-huh… [smiles, nods and continues to ignore Dr. Seuss Sassy as she goes on.]
Sassy: So, anywho, I told them, "Curling is the most pointless sport on Earth. Even more boring than golf!" Then my co-worker, Red, says, "No, it’s not. Two words: Extreme Ironing."
LJers: [blink]
Sassy: And then my head exploded.
LJers: [blink, blink]
Sassy: I told Red, "I think. I’ve found. My calling."
LJers: Extreme… WHAT?
Sassy: Dude, I wanna be like… the Tiger Woods of Extreme Ironing.