Alert reader, Kath, provided the above picture today. Interestingly timed around my birthday...which brings to mind the year that I had just begun working for the ORGANIZATION THAT DOES NOT HATE FREEDOM. I was new to the job and trying to prove myself as a young professional. On my birthday, I went to work (likely in an ill-fitting Kasper suit) and about midway through the day, the administrative assistant presented me with a fax that had been sent to my attention. It was from Kath and had only four words on the entire page. In a huge font, it declared:HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUTT HOLE!
Because my mother taught me proper etiquette, I faxed a thank you note to her at her office later that day. It read (in equally huge letters):
THANKS, ASS WIPE!
8 comments:
...d'you know how 'not normal' you are?
SO.
SO not normal...
Nice post, shithead.
My favorite local example is lovely Camp Ramsbottom:
http://files.blog-city.com/files/S06/59565969/p/f/marykaymissing2.jpg
I know I am bad.
Her lack of normalcy is why we love her!!
I mean, who doesn't love a gal who invites people to kiss her...(deleted because I have some sense of decency) after a couple o' beers?
PS--I once worked with a guy named Mr. Dikshit. hee hee heehahaharhar hee hee ho hoho cough cough snort.
He loved me.
Dilettante07 -- a) only when they deserve it and b) how have you never shared the gem about Mr. Dikshit? You can kiss my O.R.
Anonymous -- that is fantastic.
Both Mr. Dikshit and his counterpart, P.U. Asnani, were solid waste experts. The third person in their little team was a Mr. Compos.
You can't make this up.
I also worked with a male named Bimbo.
See why I love international development?!
Dilettante07 - that is comedy gold. International Development rocks.
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