Falling Out of 2006
He left the bathroom. At work. Immediately tripped over the rubber-backed rug and fell on his ass, knee scraping on the concrete. Printed on the rug in giant block letters: "Be Cool! Work Safe!"
Words but a whisper, deafness a shout
Hi. I wish I had a job selling squirrels. They're so furry, and give you toothy grins. Unless they're rabid, in which case they will eat your face off and then find the rest of your family. That's not so good, I guess.
2 Comments:
Aww. I love you.
I would write more but, uh, nipnipnipnip. =/
Hi Chad,
Remember me?
Wishing you a belated happy christmas.
Good luck and may the new year bring you a little more happiness.
Hope to catch you on irc sometime
Anna
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