Him(walking into my office): What's up? You look deep in thought.
Me: Fooled you.
Him: I mean. You had a pained look on your face.
Me: I heard you coming.
Him: laughing.
Me: Don't FUCK with me, I'm quicker than you. And meaner.
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Hahahahaha Love it! This literally made me LOL.
Posted by: Alissa | April 08, 2010 at 03:40 PM
I think you're my new favorite.
Posted by: Houseofburks.wordpress.com | April 08, 2010 at 04:09 PM
Bwaa haa haa!
Posted by: Cass | April 08, 2010 at 06:47 PM
You're most certainly my kind of gal.
Posted by: Sommer J | April 12, 2010 at 09:12 AM
That's chutzpah,pluck, cheek, and have you got nerve! I wouldn't have advised,"go for the jugular," but, "Pinch that nerve (his)," would serve his presumption right. @lynnz_beezkneez
Posted by: Lynn Bacarella Wright | April 13, 2010 at 03:47 AM