Funny thing; I thought this was going to be my best day of blogging ever because I've got a lot to say and my department was supposed to be unusually quiet today so I could blog without interruption. I was actually bragging about it this morning, and proceeded to laugh in Perv's face when he told me his office was extremely busy.
Well now that I reflect upon the day, I realize that each moment has been an exercise in fresh hell with constant interruption from people that seemingly can't wait to burden me with gobbledygook. I can safely say that I got owned.
My day actually reminds me a lot of this classic Samuel L. Jackson scene from the classic film, Deep Sea Blue (Well it was a classic to me anyway. It was one of the first horror movies that taught me the black guy didn't have be the first to die and he could possibly even escape an untimely demise altogether, after LL Cool J miraculously made it to the end credits).
It's too bad actually. I was going to do a sound-bite's of the week blog featuring fun verbal exchanges like this one between Twin's mom, Tight, and the preposterously ballooning ladies man, Brad the Cad (who has clearly swapped womanizing for whole hams, pounding for pork chops, kink for cake, or maybe he is just incorporating a little too much whipped cream and chocolate sauce during push push)
Brad the Cad (while moving in for a hug from Tight): I know I know, I've gotten fat.
Tight (almost disappearing in his doughy frame): Yes, yes you have.
But that will have to wait until next week.