whoops.

fran came up behind me this morning and started rubbing my back. she awkwardly stopped once she hit the upper-mid section and asked "are you wearing a bra?" i spun around in my chair and just stared.

the answer to her question is no. i am not wearing a bra*. was that a good idea? probably not. but in my own defense i wasn't expecting a rubdown in my cubical this morning by my 68 year old lady-boss. i was uncomfortable and wanted a little freedom, give me a break.

*i am wearing a tank top with built in support. im pretty sure it's the same tank top that in 2006 inspired the hit single "tank top titties."

jokes?

ive spent the last hour listening to bomis tell jokes to his girlfriend on the phone. i can’t tell which is worse, the actual content of the jokes or her laughing hysterically on the other end.

“how do you make gold soup?”
{uncontrollable laughter}
“ADD 14 CARROTS!”

“how do you fix a broken pizza?”
{ rolling on the ground laughing}
“USE TOMATO PASTE!”

“what do you call an elephant with bananas in it’s ears?”
{BHHHAHL!!!!!!!”}
“AN ELEPHANT! WITH BANANAS! IN HIS EARS!!!”

ummmm in completely unrelated news, i have a secret…

gotcha!

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