Oh boy. We’re not far from that sort of bullshit again. But take it one day at a time. Today is the day for her to worry about Satan rotting kids’ teeth.
I also guess that she’d have a problem with Linda and Heather II, and her brother Alex. You see, Linda participates in the Holiday celebration, even though she’s
Jewish
and so are her kids. Damned Jesus killers.
Heh. Yeah, I’d do that, though it would probably damn near kill me. Heather I by herself is probably more than any mere mortal can handle.
You can’t say cock on the internet!!! :eek: :eek:
Oh, weird. When I first read that post by Anaamika, I read it as “grab your sock.” And no, I wouldn’t leave her office with her in posession of one of my socks. I lose them easily enough without some coworker stealing them.
Update: Someone decided that drawing names from a hat was just so 20th century, and so had everyone fill out a profile on a web site that draws the names for you. It’s pretty cool. But here’s the thing – In the name field, you actually have to fill in your name. That’s what will be e-mailed to you so you know who to get a gift for.
Know who I got? Rudolph. Great. Some joke name person gets something from me.
I finally found out who it was, but now someone else did too, after doing some sleuthing. And here’s something interesting – nearly everyone in the office says that they hope hope hope! that I pick their name, because they like the kinds of gifts I give. Everyone but Rudolph. I have no clue what she’s even about. I never talk to her.
The site has a cool feature where you can fill in fields like what size clothes you wear, what your favorite color is, and what books you like to read. Great. But you can only read your own answers, not anyone else’s. I guess it’s sort of a new age, touchy-feely, getting-to-know-me sort of thing.
Now I understand the painting and the Heathers.
Thanks.