Random & Incoherent
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Somewhere over the rainbow
I believe in these difficult and mean-spirited times in which we live there needs to be a message of hope. Just a single image that speaks to us of love, harmony, peace and joy. An image that suggests the universal brotherhood of man. I have found that image, and I ask that all of you take a moment to be inspired by it.
You'll definitely want to click the pic to fully understand ¶ 9:05 PM 0 comments
You'll definitely want to click the pic to fully understand ¶ 9:05 PM 0 comments
personal grooming taken to a whole new level
First discovered about a month ago while going through Copyranter's site I offer up to the general public a new wave in personal grooming. I give you Naughty Nads!
Basically, you get the same Nad's Hair removal stuff and a limited selection of cookie cutter shapes. The biggest difference is that this version of Nad's is not to be used on legs and/or underarms, but rather a bit more involved than just a simple bikini line wax job.
Your personality would be reflected, Depending on which cookie cutter design you deem worthy for your nether regions:
"Landing Strip"
Simple and straight down the line, this girl next door doesn’t mess about. If you don’t want to do something, you won’t and no one can convince you otherwise. You follow your instincts and despite what people say, you’re convinced that simplicity is often the best. Although you enjoy a good night out every once in a while, you’re a low key kinda girl and often enjoy the comforts of home over extravagant late night outings.
"Bermuda Triangle"
You look innocent, but your mum has no idea! And in true Bermuda Triangle style, you often do a disappearing act. In those mad moments of freedom when your mum thinks you're quietly tucked up at your girlfriends place for dinner, you're really out socialising, having late night drinking sessions or organising a secret rendezvous with your man. You're a free spirit with a matching care free attitude. You know how to make the most out of an occasion and always seem to have fun.
"Heart Breaker"
You’re a true romantic, but a devil at heart. When you have your eye on something, or some one, there is no turning back. You love receiving flowers, taking moon light walks and spending quality smooching time with your man. You’re smooth, soft and comforting on the outside, but inside a fire is burning with red hot passion. When you let your hair down you really let go – you’re cheeky, sexy, flirtatious, and oh so naughty.
"Thunder Struck"
The party girl with wild ambitions, when you’re in the room everyone around you is ‘thunder struck’! It’s go go go when you’re around and your friends often struggle to keep up. There’s no way in hell your mum knows what you get up to – thank goodness - because what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. You love a good laugh and are always the centre of attention. And when it comes to the boys there is no holding back – you’re upfront and up for anything. It’s your bubbly, outgoing personality and confronting nature that got you where you are – and will no doubt take you far. But as your friends say – you’re naughty by nature, so be careful what you wish for.
Now my big question is this: are there only four personality types that would take the time to contour their pubic hair? Or are there more creative types out there that would come up with their own designs?
How about a shamrock for the luck of the Irish? Or perhaps a "Q"? Possibly a question mark for those that just aren't sure.
I can definitely appreciate the desire for personal grooming and keeping things neat and trim, but when we cross over into designs that will sit beneath a minimum of 2 layers of clothing and only you, and possibly a significant other, will have the opportunity to view.........the whole thing just doesn't make sense to me.
But hey, it's probably less painful than getting your vagina pierced. But no where near as sparkly. ¶ 2:14 PM 0 comments
Basically, you get the same Nad's Hair removal stuff and a limited selection of cookie cutter shapes. The biggest difference is that this version of Nad's is not to be used on legs and/or underarms, but rather a bit more involved than just a simple bikini line wax job.
Your personality would be reflected, Depending on which cookie cutter design you deem worthy for your nether regions:
"Landing Strip"
Simple and straight down the line, this girl next door doesn’t mess about. If you don’t want to do something, you won’t and no one can convince you otherwise. You follow your instincts and despite what people say, you’re convinced that simplicity is often the best. Although you enjoy a good night out every once in a while, you’re a low key kinda girl and often enjoy the comforts of home over extravagant late night outings.
"Bermuda Triangle"
You look innocent, but your mum has no idea! And in true Bermuda Triangle style, you often do a disappearing act. In those mad moments of freedom when your mum thinks you're quietly tucked up at your girlfriends place for dinner, you're really out socialising, having late night drinking sessions or organising a secret rendezvous with your man. You're a free spirit with a matching care free attitude. You know how to make the most out of an occasion and always seem to have fun.
"Heart Breaker"
You’re a true romantic, but a devil at heart. When you have your eye on something, or some one, there is no turning back. You love receiving flowers, taking moon light walks and spending quality smooching time with your man. You’re smooth, soft and comforting on the outside, but inside a fire is burning with red hot passion. When you let your hair down you really let go – you’re cheeky, sexy, flirtatious, and oh so naughty.
"Thunder Struck"
The party girl with wild ambitions, when you’re in the room everyone around you is ‘thunder struck’! It’s go go go when you’re around and your friends often struggle to keep up. There’s no way in hell your mum knows what you get up to – thank goodness - because what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. You love a good laugh and are always the centre of attention. And when it comes to the boys there is no holding back – you’re upfront and up for anything. It’s your bubbly, outgoing personality and confronting nature that got you where you are – and will no doubt take you far. But as your friends say – you’re naughty by nature, so be careful what you wish for.
Now my big question is this: are there only four personality types that would take the time to contour their pubic hair? Or are there more creative types out there that would come up with their own designs?
How about a shamrock for the luck of the Irish? Or perhaps a "Q"? Possibly a question mark for those that just aren't sure.
I can definitely appreciate the desire for personal grooming and keeping things neat and trim, but when we cross over into designs that will sit beneath a minimum of 2 layers of clothing and only you, and possibly a significant other, will have the opportunity to view.........the whole thing just doesn't make sense to me.
But hey, it's probably less painful than getting your vagina pierced. But no where near as sparkly. ¶ 2:14 PM 0 comments
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Bob's Story
Or what I like to call....."the wrong way to do things"
It is important for men to remember that, as women grow older, it becomes
harder for them to maintain the same quality of housekeeping as when they
were younger. When you notice this, try not to yell at them. Some are
oversensitive, and there's nothing worse than an oversensitive woman.
My name is Bob. Let me relate how I handled the situation with my wife,
Debbie. When I took "early retirement" last year, it became necessary for
Debbie to get a full-time job along with her part time job, both for extra
income and for the health benefits that we needed. Shortly after she
started working, I noticed she was beginning to show her age. I usually get
home from the golf course about the same time she gets home from work.
Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost always says she has to rest
for half an hour or so before she starts dinner. I don't yell at her.
Instead, I tell her to take her time and just wake me when she gets dinner
on the table. I generally have lunch in the Men's Grill at the club so
eating out is not reasonable. I'm ready for some home cooked grub when I
hit that door.
She used to do the dishes as soon as we finished eating. But now it's not
unusual for them to sit on the table for several hours after dinner. I do
what I can by diplomatically reminding her several times each evening that
they won't clean themselves. I know she really appreciates this, as it does
seem to motivate her to get them done before she goes to bed.
Another symptom of aging is complaining, I think. For example she will say
that it is difficult for her to find time to pay the monthly bills during
her lunch hour. But, boys, we take 'em for better or worse, so I just smile
and offer encouragement. I tell her to stretch it out over two or even
three days. That way she won't have to rush so much. I also remind her
that missing lunch completely now and then wouldn't hurt her any (if you
know what I mean). I like to think tact is one of my strong points.
When doing simple jobs, she seems to think she needs more rest periods.
She had to take a break when she was only half finished mowing the yard. I
try not to make a scene. I'm a fair man. I tell her to fix herself a nice,
big, cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade and just sit for a while. And,
as long as she is making one for herself, she may as well make one for me
too.
I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I support Debbie. I'm
not saying that showing this much consideration is easy. Many men will find
it difficult. Some will find it impossible! Nobody knows better than I do
how frustrating women get as they get older. However, guys, even if you
just use a little more tact and less criticism of your aging wife because of
this article, I will consider that writing it was well worthwhile. After
all, we are put on this earth to help each other.
Signed,
Bob
EDITOR'S NOTE: Bob died suddenly on May 27th. The police report says that
he was found with a Calloway extra long 50-inch Big Bertha Driver II golf
club rammed up his ass, with only 2 inches of grip showing. His wife,
Debbie, was arrested and charged with murder; however, the all-woman jury
found her Not Guilty, accepting her defense that he accidentally sat down on
it.
Wisdom imparted from Dave ¶ 9:59 AM 0 comments
It is important for men to remember that, as women grow older, it becomes
harder for them to maintain the same quality of housekeeping as when they
were younger. When you notice this, try not to yell at them. Some are
oversensitive, and there's nothing worse than an oversensitive woman.
My name is Bob. Let me relate how I handled the situation with my wife,
Debbie. When I took "early retirement" last year, it became necessary for
Debbie to get a full-time job along with her part time job, both for extra
income and for the health benefits that we needed. Shortly after she
started working, I noticed she was beginning to show her age. I usually get
home from the golf course about the same time she gets home from work.
Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost always says she has to rest
for half an hour or so before she starts dinner. I don't yell at her.
Instead, I tell her to take her time and just wake me when she gets dinner
on the table. I generally have lunch in the Men's Grill at the club so
eating out is not reasonable. I'm ready for some home cooked grub when I
hit that door.
She used to do the dishes as soon as we finished eating. But now it's not
unusual for them to sit on the table for several hours after dinner. I do
what I can by diplomatically reminding her several times each evening that
they won't clean themselves. I know she really appreciates this, as it does
seem to motivate her to get them done before she goes to bed.
Another symptom of aging is complaining, I think. For example she will say
that it is difficult for her to find time to pay the monthly bills during
her lunch hour. But, boys, we take 'em for better or worse, so I just smile
and offer encouragement. I tell her to stretch it out over two or even
three days. That way she won't have to rush so much. I also remind her
that missing lunch completely now and then wouldn't hurt her any (if you
know what I mean). I like to think tact is one of my strong points.
When doing simple jobs, she seems to think she needs more rest periods.
She had to take a break when she was only half finished mowing the yard. I
try not to make a scene. I'm a fair man. I tell her to fix herself a nice,
big, cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade and just sit for a while. And,
as long as she is making one for herself, she may as well make one for me
too.
I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I support Debbie. I'm
not saying that showing this much consideration is easy. Many men will find
it difficult. Some will find it impossible! Nobody knows better than I do
how frustrating women get as they get older. However, guys, even if you
just use a little more tact and less criticism of your aging wife because of
this article, I will consider that writing it was well worthwhile. After
all, we are put on this earth to help each other.
Signed,
Bob
EDITOR'S NOTE: Bob died suddenly on May 27th. The police report says that
he was found with a Calloway extra long 50-inch Big Bertha Driver II golf
club rammed up his ass, with only 2 inches of grip showing. His wife,
Debbie, was arrested and charged with murder; however, the all-woman jury
found her Not Guilty, accepting her defense that he accidentally sat down on
it.
Wisdom imparted from Dave ¶ 9:59 AM 0 comments
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
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Sunday, July 16, 2006
Knock, Knock.......Who's there? Blood Covered 3-year old.........
Ever seen someone that's been punched really good across the bridge of their nose? Their eyes unintentionally welling up with tears and blood rushing from the nostrils?
That was the scene at my house this past Friday. And it wasn't me. It was the boy. And for the record, no, I did not backhand him.
My work schedule had slowed down a bit bythe time I had made my way to pick the boy up from his daycare facilities. We made our way home and had hunkered down for a bit of relaxed cartoon watching and some snacks. We were both noshing on some of the multi-colored mini-tart candy my mother had given him on his last visit. Note the word "mini".
The phone rang, so I left the comfort of our cartoon zone and headed to the phone. It took all of about 35-45 seconds to locate the phone, answer it, have a slight conversation, and return the phone to the cradle. But by the time I had returned, it looked like junior had gone about 4 rounds with Clubber Lang.
He was sniffling, crying, moaning, writhing, and bleeding all over the place. I rushed him to the bathroom to try and assess the situation and to try and figure out what could have possibly attacked him and done such damage in such a short period of time.
Well, during the clean-up process I learned, in between fits of crying, sniffling, and bleeding, that he had not in fact been in a remake of Bloodsport, but had rather decided that it would be a good ides to place one of the mini-tart candies up his nostril. Even better was the subconscious choice of the color red. This only added to the colorful scene. It seems, that as the candy was being melted by his body temperature while stuck up his nose, that all that red#5 food coloring was mixing with his nasal drainage. This combination, for those that don't know, looks exactly like blood.
We finally got the candy out and got him settled. But this has to go down in history as one of the fastest ways to freak out a parent.
Outside of blaming natural 3-year old curiousity, I'll lay blame at the 2 people who were not even physically around at the time of the "event". And those 2 people would be the boy's mother and his grandmother.
I can blame his mother because she left me in charge.
I can blame his grandmother because she's the one who gave him the candy. ¶ 8:17 PM 0 comments
That was the scene at my house this past Friday. And it wasn't me. It was the boy. And for the record, no, I did not backhand him.
My work schedule had slowed down a bit bythe time I had made my way to pick the boy up from his daycare facilities. We made our way home and had hunkered down for a bit of relaxed cartoon watching and some snacks. We were both noshing on some of the multi-colored mini-tart candy my mother had given him on his last visit. Note the word "mini".
The phone rang, so I left the comfort of our cartoon zone and headed to the phone. It took all of about 35-45 seconds to locate the phone, answer it, have a slight conversation, and return the phone to the cradle. But by the time I had returned, it looked like junior had gone about 4 rounds with Clubber Lang.
He was sniffling, crying, moaning, writhing, and bleeding all over the place. I rushed him to the bathroom to try and assess the situation and to try and figure out what could have possibly attacked him and done such damage in such a short period of time.
Well, during the clean-up process I learned, in between fits of crying, sniffling, and bleeding, that he had not in fact been in a remake of Bloodsport, but had rather decided that it would be a good ides to place one of the mini-tart candies up his nostril. Even better was the subconscious choice of the color red. This only added to the colorful scene. It seems, that as the candy was being melted by his body temperature while stuck up his nose, that all that red#5 food coloring was mixing with his nasal drainage. This combination, for those that don't know, looks exactly like blood.
We finally got the candy out and got him settled. But this has to go down in history as one of the fastest ways to freak out a parent.
Outside of blaming natural 3-year old curiousity, I'll lay blame at the 2 people who were not even physically around at the time of the "event". And those 2 people would be the boy's mother and his grandmother.
I can blame his mother because she left me in charge.
I can blame his grandmother because she's the one who gave him the candy. ¶ 8:17 PM 0 comments
This was written by a guy...
It's pretty damn smart. Girls -- Have a sense
of humor!
I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so
much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have
never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.
FOR EXAMPLE:
One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. Well, the
passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, "I don't feel like it,
I just want you to hold me."
I said, "WHAT??!! What was that?!"
So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear...
"You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me
to satisfy your physical needs as a man."
She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who
I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?"
Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.
The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with
her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big
unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on
several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to
take, so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to
compliment her new clothes, so I said, "Lets get a pair for each outfit."
We went on to the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond
earrings. Let me tell you... she was so excited. She must have thought I
was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me
because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play
tennis.
I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey." She was
almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with
excited anticipation, she finally said, "I think this is all dear, let's go
to the cashier."
I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it."
Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled, "WHAT?"
I then said, "Honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're
just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy
your shopping needs as a woman."
And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added,
"Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?"
Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either....but at least that b**ch knows I'm smarter than her.
From an email from Ken ¶ 8:14 PM 0 comments
of humor!
I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so
much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have
never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.
FOR EXAMPLE:
One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. Well, the
passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, "I don't feel like it,
I just want you to hold me."
I said, "WHAT??!! What was that?!"
So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear...
"You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me
to satisfy your physical needs as a man."
She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who
I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?"
Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.
The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with
her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big
unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on
several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to
take, so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to
compliment her new clothes, so I said, "Lets get a pair for each outfit."
We went on to the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond
earrings. Let me tell you... she was so excited. She must have thought I
was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me
because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play
tennis.
I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey." She was
almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with
excited anticipation, she finally said, "I think this is all dear, let's go
to the cashier."
I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it."
Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled, "WHAT?"
I then said, "Honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're
just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy
your shopping needs as a woman."
And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added,
"Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?"
Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either....but at least that b**ch knows I'm smarter than her.
From an email from Ken ¶ 8:14 PM 0 comments
This was written by a guy...
It's pretty damn smart. Girls -- Have a sense
of humor!
I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so
much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have
never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.
FOR EXAMPLE:
One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. Well, the
passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, "I don't feel like it,
I just want you to hold me."
I said, "WHAT??!! What was that?!"
So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear...
"You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me
to satisfy your physical needs as a man."
She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who
I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?"
Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.
The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with
her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big
unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on
several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to
take, so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to
compliment her new clothes, so I said, "Lets get a pair for each outfit."
We went on to the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond
earrings. Let me tell you... she was so excited. She must have thought I
was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me
because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play
tennis.
I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey." She was
almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with
excited anticipation, she finally said, "I think this is all dear, let's go
to the cashier."
I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it."
Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled, "WHAT?"
I then said, "Honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're
just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy
your shopping needs as a woman."
And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added,
"Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?"
Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either....but at least that b**ch knows I'm smarter than her.
From an email from Ken ¶ 8:14 PM 0 comments
of humor!
I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so
much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have
never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.
FOR EXAMPLE:
One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. Well, the
passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, "I don't feel like it,
I just want you to hold me."
I said, "WHAT??!! What was that?!"
So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear...
"You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me
to satisfy your physical needs as a man."
She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who
I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?"
Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.
The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with
her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big
unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on
several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to
take, so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to
compliment her new clothes, so I said, "Lets get a pair for each outfit."
We went on to the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond
earrings. Let me tell you... she was so excited. She must have thought I
was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me
because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play
tennis.
I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey." She was
almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with
excited anticipation, she finally said, "I think this is all dear, let's go
to the cashier."
I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it."
Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled, "WHAT?"
I then said, "Honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're
just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy
your shopping needs as a woman."
And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added,
"Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?"
Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either....but at least that b**ch knows I'm smarter than her.
From an email from Ken ¶ 8:14 PM 0 comments
WATER......
It has been scientifically proven that if we drink 1 liter of water each day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli, the bacteria found in feces.
In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop!
It has been scientifically proven that if we drink 1 liter of water each day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli, the bacteria found in feces.
In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop!
However, we do not run that risk when drinking beer because alcohol has to go through a distillation process of boiling, filtering and fermenting.
Therefore.......
WATER = Poop
BEER = HEALTH
Free yourself of Poop, drink BEER!!!
It is better to drink beer and talk shit, than to drink water and be full of shit.
There is no need to thank me for this valuable information; I am doing it as a public service.
From an email from Dale
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
And what kind of dressing would you like with that?
Interviewer #1: You have had many jobs at that same company. Can you describe your work environment?
Forty-six-year-old proper woman: My company liked to move us around a lot so we got experience in different departments.
Interviewer #1: Was this a standard practice?
Woman: Oh, yes. They did that for everyone working at the restaurant's HQ. Every six months we would move from department to department. We liked to call it "tossing the salad."
Interviewer #1: Excuse me?
Interviewer #2: [Spits out his water.]
Interviewers #3,4, and 5: [Look away and laugh uncontrollably]
Woman: I got my salad tossed every six months, but in the past year moved it up to every three months. It's all part of the manager training program.
Interviewer #6: Did you like getting your salad tossed?
Woman: Yes, I did.
Interviewer #6: It must take some getting used to. We have never tossed salads here, but that is not to say we won't someday.
Woman: I would highly recommend it.
From: "Overheard in the office" ¶ 8:54 AM 0 comments
Forty-six-year-old proper woman: My company liked to move us around a lot so we got experience in different departments.
Interviewer #1: Was this a standard practice?
Woman: Oh, yes. They did that for everyone working at the restaurant's HQ. Every six months we would move from department to department. We liked to call it "tossing the salad."
Interviewer #1: Excuse me?
Interviewer #2: [Spits out his water.]
Interviewers #3,4, and 5: [Look away and laugh uncontrollably]
Woman: I got my salad tossed every six months, but in the past year moved it up to every three months. It's all part of the manager training program.
Interviewer #6: Did you like getting your salad tossed?
Woman: Yes, I did.
Interviewer #6: It must take some getting used to. We have never tossed salads here, but that is not to say we won't someday.
Woman: I would highly recommend it.
From: "Overheard in the office" ¶ 8:54 AM 0 comments
Thursday, July 06, 2006
cool runnings
There's no snow, no wind, no chilled night air. It was the end of June and about 80-90 degrees outside. And as you'll see, the child dressed himself:
Talk about an easy way to get overheated. But he thought he looked cool. One bad little motor scooter. ¶ 9:34 AM 0 comments
Talk about an easy way to get overheated. But he thought he looked cool. One bad little motor scooter. ¶ 9:34 AM 0 comments
