You’re OK–skinny could be construed as a judgment as well, so you are equally guilty, and therefore equally innocent.
My brother had to do a kinda pointless assignment for a compsci class a week or two ago which involved creating a blog and putting two posts on it. He has a rather twisted sense of humour. This is what he wrote:
The day it was due, he asked the woman who would be marking it if she was a cat person. Turns out she was… and her cat had died the previous day. Great timing.
My Boss had a good one on Wednesday. Four Mets tickets landed in his hands from a client and he took another guy and I to the game. I’m not a Mets fan, but I’m not a hater either…and since they were playing Atlanta, I knew I could root for them beating Ted ‘Colorized Classics’ Turner’s Braves.
We were stunned to find ourselves three rows behind the Mets dugout & looking at the backs of the heads of the player’s wives; first base was about the distance from the front door of our office to the office copier.
I’m buying us all hotdogs when my Boss asks loudly, “I wonder which one is Willie Randolph…?”
:smack: :smack: :smack:
What I almost said: “I think he’s the guy in the Orange shirt over there with the crate of beers on his head.”
What I actually said: “I don’t think he’s with them anymore.”
I was in an art class at UNM once and we were setting up some easels. When I had set up mine I had a screw left over. I turned and saw an older student who seemed to be having some difficulties with his easel; he looked rather confused. I extended my hand, with the screw in it, and helpfully asked him “Do you wanna screw?”
“It’s a Freudian day, isn’t it?” one of my friends said.
The guy didn’t want the screw, by the way.
The father of the person I bought my house from died of a heart attack helping her move out. While we were going over the house we ended up talking about some heavy object and I said I wasn’t planning on killing myself lifting it. Dead silence :smack: Oh, and for the pun I just made. :smack: Stop doing that, your digging yourself a hole …
Yes, I felt really bad.