|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|Yesterday, that guy, Arnold with the huge ass, came into our little office to pick up something off the printer. He farted all the way out the door... Luckily, our co-worker C was on vacation. She would have had an aneurysm...
Today, Arnold was my buddy Scott's office, leaning against the file cabinets, talking, and he let another one loose.
A week ago, Arnold was walking down the hall and sent fumes flying...
Now, every time I hear the printer, I panic. Will there be a gastronomic explosion? Will I need to say something to Arnold about his sphincter? Will I throw my stapler at his head?
This guy needs to fix his ass - and QUICK!!!
SLAY ON BUFFY!!
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
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|Marriage is love.|