| DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID |
| PROFILE | GUESTBOOK | OLD | OLDER | OLDEST |
| 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!!
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Buh Bye! October 05, 2008 Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid One Last Bitchfest for the Road Get the Popcorn Ready I'm a Rich Ho-Bag |
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