Instead of telling your co-workers the totally inane thoughts that run through your mind, you can just save them up and post them here. This way your collegues don’t edge away from you whenever you open your mouth.
Like when you get an old song in your head, instead of turning to the guy next to you and saying: “Ralph, why do the Chi-Lites always ask ‘why did she have to leave and go away?’. It’s not like she could leave and stay.” Or “Hey Ralph, don’t you hate those damned sugar roasted peanuts they sell in the street? They don’t taste no where near as good as they smell.”
If you keep this up, sooner or later the guy sitting next to you asks the supervisor if he could move his seat. Especially if his name isn’t Ralph. Not that this has happened to me. Lately.
This is the forum for the mindless and pointless, so. . .
Am I the only woman who loves wearing Paco Rabanne for men?
Why do composition notebooks have that black and white squiggly design?
My cat is like a dog. She begs for food from your plate just like a dog and when I walk in the door she gets all happy and tail waggily and even jumps on me.
It should’nt all be about me, but it should be about me once or twice.
There, I feel much better now. Thanks for listening.
