because monday is apparently vulgarity day
I was trying to kill one of those Mysterious Office Fruit Flies*, missed, and double-slapped a, erm, sweater puppy. Right on the nose.
It kinda hurt.
*There is actually a full-blown office legend that the fruit flies originated with a single orange left in a trashcan one weekend many years ago.
It kinda hurt.
*There is actually a full-blown office legend that the fruit flies originated with a single orange left in a trashcan one weekend many years ago.
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Oh, and Ow.
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Bawhahahahahaha!!!
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Ow.
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I'm horrible, yeah.
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Yeah, not seeing a problem there :D
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Well, yeah, if no one administers the flamethrower treatment to the single orange, it reaches facehugger stage and you end up with less cleaning personnel and another fruit fly infested office.
In other news, ouch.
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Man, that's a good one.
Sorry about the pain, though.
And remember! It beats a mammogram, right?
Ow.
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And ow.
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The term "sweater puppy" is evoking in my mind images that I find quite disturbing. Think Ann Geddes.