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Thursday, April 01, 2004
Coworker 1 reported this morning that Coworker 2 couldn't come in today because "he has the runnies." Which is first of all horrifying because CW2 told CW1 exactly why he couldn't come in, second of all weird because CW1 told EVERYONE ELSE, and third of all hilarious because I thought CW1 said that CW2 had "the bunnies." Woo! Henceforth, diarrhea will be referred to as the bunnies. Think about it and I'm sure you'll agree the term is even more appealing and evocative than its predecessor: "Dude, my trip to [Mexican spring break location] was so fuckin' rad, dude! Until like day three, when I was in this dance contest sponsored by GGW and I was totally freaking on this mad hot chick from UNLV and I totally got the mad explosive bunnies all over her thigh! Dude! Then my bro Chipster got the bunnies, too, and we couldn't leave the hotel room for the rest of the week! We were like two totally buff rabbits hippity-hopping back and forth to the bathroom, dude! SPRING BREAK! BUNNIES!" There. Now that I've seared my coinage indelibly into your brain, I can move on.
I went to a new doctor this morning and even though there was NOBODY else in the freaking office, I had to wait in my nad-flashing gown for half an hour. I went through an accelerated stages of grief over this ignominy, just like I always do: denial ("I'm sure he'll be here soon"), anger ("Fancy mister doctor pants got something better to do? Like eating hot bowls of dick?"), bargaining ("If he comes in here within the next two minutes, I won't take a dump on his fucking mail order diploma"), depression ("My formerly unbreakable spirit requires a new, more accurate adjective"), acceptance ("Zzzzzzz"), this last of which is very satisfying. But any thoughts about educating the doctor about the less-maybe-than-his-but-still-distinctly-non-zero value of My Own Personal Time went out the air vent when I saw him. Dude had a dueling scar. I shizzle you nizzle. He waited a moment for the effect to sink in, which it did. Because check it out. If you have a dueling scar it means: 1) you had a fucking duel, 2) you used swords in your duel, which I don't need to tell you makes you a redonculous badass, 3) the other guy is totally dead, and you killed his ass. Also, 4) one of you was very easily offended. SO TAKE YOUR TIME, DOCTOR DUELING SCAR. I don't even own a pair of gloves. I'm'a just sit here and read about Catskill Vacation Spots for the Violently Incontinent or whatever in this old people magazine. PLEASE HAVE A CUP OF TEA AND A QUAALUDE. NO. HURRY. AT ALL. 0 comments |
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