Thursday, July 29, 2004
We got free food today for our little management team at work today: pizza, pop, and treats. See, they are trying to keep our morale up because we threaten to all just not show up one day in the near future, thus screwing the company like the King and Queen of Fuckington.
Anyways, the desert was some gumdrop filled popcicle things. One of my coworkers (a male, ofcourse) was entertaining everyone by giving his popcicle a BJ. During this, he turns to the nearest person (me) and tries to say "chewy!" but manages to spit a bunch of the gummy bits onto my arm: "Why, yes! It IS chewy!"
We all had a good laugh, calmed down a bit and the spitter says "sorry, I spit up on you, but there was too much to swallow".
One girl had to run to the bathroom because she almost peed herself. The rest of us, dying from lack of air and sore laughing muscles, wiped the tears out of our eyes, calmed down a bit again. We managed to clear out the rest of the caf with our noise, and I can only guess at the number of people that think we were drunk or high, or broken.
Five minutes later, the girl that almost pissed herself is back and finishing her pizza. Among the innuendo, someone made her laugh and, despite putting both hands infront of her mouth, she spits a big, half chewed mushroom across the table and onto my same arm. It was perfectly quiet just long enough for me to plainly ask "What the HELL?".
Then we went back to work and threw paper airplanes and rockets at each other.
Anyways, the desert was some gumdrop filled popcicle things. One of my coworkers (a male, ofcourse) was entertaining everyone by giving his popcicle a BJ. During this, he turns to the nearest person (me) and tries to say "chewy!" but manages to spit a bunch of the gummy bits onto my arm: "Why, yes! It IS chewy!"
We all had a good laugh, calmed down a bit and the spitter says "sorry, I spit up on you, but there was too much to swallow".
One girl had to run to the bathroom because she almost peed herself. The rest of us, dying from lack of air and sore laughing muscles, wiped the tears out of our eyes, calmed down a bit again. We managed to clear out the rest of the caf with our noise, and I can only guess at the number of people that think we were drunk or high, or broken.
Five minutes later, the girl that almost pissed herself is back and finishing her pizza. Among the innuendo, someone made her laugh and, despite putting both hands infront of her mouth, she spits a big, half chewed mushroom across the table and onto my same arm. It was perfectly quiet just long enough for me to plainly ask "What the HELL?".
Then we went back to work and threw paper airplanes and rockets at each other.
