Chris has pointed out that everyone has just one joke. It's a big, broad joke (not a specific "knock, knock"). Part of my joke is talking to/yelling at inanimate objects. There is a new photocopier in my life at job 2. Today, it decided to be quirky. Today, I decided to growl at it like an alpha male dog hoping to make it submit. This was after calling it many nasty names, loudly, in a closed office...in a church.
Since my little iPod was living in my ears at the time, my colorful phrases probably reverberated throughout those hallowed halls and right into the church board meeting. I like to think that people learn new and fun things by being near me. Perhaps those church folk now know what exactly I would do to the copier if it were a grilled cheese sandwich near the ass of a donkey. Perhaps they'll think twice whenever they see a steam roller driven by a man in a lime-green hard hat. Perhaps they'll pause, wonderingly, every time a balloon floats by on a gentle breeze. My curses are colorful and varying.
Moral of today's story: socks are not as cool as I pretend.
An Erinku:
plate of
crumbs
of dinner
past
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