December 23, 2005
quote of the day
I really enjoyed THIS one, after suffering the Tortures of the Damned that I went through for about 16 hours last night and today:
Every time they have one of these potluck things at my work I remember those who go to the crapper and donít wash their hands. I remember the people who indiscriminately pull boogers out of their noses. I remember those who wear clothes to work several days in a row obviously without washing. I smell the body odor. When thinking of eating anything that they may bring to a freaking potluck I think gamma globulin shot. I think of waking up a week later with a temperature of a hundred and five, my skin the color of Grey Poupon Mustard and pissing out chunks of my liver.
I was starting to feel almost human again when I read that. Now, I believe that the chicken broth I drank has grown taloned feet and a sharp beak. It's scratching around, trying to peck its way out of my gut. I think it was the "booger" part that didn't set well with me.
Thanks a LOT, daniel.
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