Today, The Constipated Midget was wearing what can only be described as a Micro-Mini-Mu-Mu. My boss called it a "Glamour Don't." I called it a "Oh My God Please Don't EVER!"
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I told a coworker that I made cookies and that they were on my desk, available to anyone who wanted them. "They're made from spit and toenails, which gives them that nice extra crunch!" I told her. The new guy next to her started to have second thoughts about me, I could smell it.
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Due to the strategic positioning of my desk, and the general inanity of my chatter, my boss, whose office is just down the hall, and who has to pass my desk to get there, often hears only snippets of what I've been saying. My favorites to date are:
"It's just no fun when someone talks to your armpit all night long."
and
"Yeah, it makes me want to put on pants and go to a football game and roll in the leaves."
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And now, for the game you've all been waiting for:
Which One is the Ugliest??
There have been three incarnations of the paper plates and cups here at La Firme du Lawe, and they're all fairly atrocious-looking. The way this game works is that I show you pictures of them, you lose your appetite, feel pity for those of us who have to eat off of them, and then vote for the ugliest. The one with the most votes wins -- or loses, depending on how you look at it..
(Which, I think, means it's the cheapest, and therefore we'll be stuck with it the longest.)
First up, Grey Leafy Number:
Up next, her cousin, Ha-Cha-Cha Coffee Cup:
Or, Orange Juliugly:
Cast your votes now! (It's almost like reality tv!!)
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