Dec 06, 2006 23:15
Today at work:
I'm sitting outside, smoking a cigarette.
Boss: [comes outside, holding stomach] Ughhhh...
Me: You okay?
Boss: Yeah. Ooooh...
Me: You sure?
Boss: Yeah. I had this incredibly huge Churrito for breakfast [holds hands to indicate a Churrito aproximately 12" x 6") with cream cheese and like three eggs and four shots of espresso?
Me: That's impressive.
Boss: I know. And now I'm totally gearing up for a bowel movement that's like, the Asspocolypse. It's going to be exploding into the bowl the way nothing has been shot into it since the invention of bowel movements. I've got, like, the four horseman of the Asspocolypse racing through my system as we speak, screaming death and destruction. It's going to be so fucking awesome. I'll be sitting there, holding onto my knees, essentially ejaculating doom out my ass. I'm gonna be laughing so hard the entire time. I'm really excited.
Me: I see.
Boss: Ughhhhh...