So my co-worker starts laughing quite eradically at something he is reading on the internet. “You can not leave that to yourself, send me the link!” I exclaim. So I open up the link and begin to read…
I get to the point where it says…
“At this point it is important to know that my house has central heating”
…and I start to laugh, because I know this is going to be good. I conitinue to read and get to the point where it says…
“The blimp which was up until this moment a fun toy here embarked on a career of evil.”
…at which point I laugh harder knowing this is going to be REALLY good. Continue reading and get to…
“the blimp stealthily departed my office”
…at which point I begin to sweat and start making these odd squeaking noises that I didn’t realize I could make. I continue reading till…
“it approached the bed”
…my eyes start to water…
“when your sleeping senses suddenly tell you without reason that the forces of evil on converging on you”
…my stomach starts to hurt…
“there is a large levitating sinister presence hovering towards you with menacing intent through the maligant darkness”
…more squeaking, uneasy feeling in my stomach, eyes dripping on my keyboard, and I begin to bump my head into my monitor…
" HOLY SHIT! FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE OR DIE!!!"
…all my symptoms hit me at once. I STAND UP, SLIGHTLY DIZZY, HEAD FOR THE BATHROOM, STUMBLE IN, LOCK THE DOOR, FIND THE TOILET. AND VOMIT!!!, oh yes, I said VOMIT, for a good 5 minutes I am sitting, praying to the might porcelain gods. The uneasyness subsizes a bit, I stand up, go to the sink…look at my bloodshot eyes, run back over to the toilet, 2 more minutes of dry heaving. Wash my hand…look at my eyes again…30 more seconds of spitting my saliva out, blow my nose… go outside in front of the office for some fresh air and to take off my shirt. 10 minutes later find my way back into the building, then into my office…sit down in front of my monitor, see the article on my screen (ONLY 2/3rds READ!)…Close that freakin’ window, and breathe, breathe breathe, deep breaths, deep breaths, wipe the tears from my eyes…
Twenty minutes later I muster the confidence to finish reading the story, however I had to think of fuzzy animals getting killed by angrier animals, like when hippos eat their young on the Discovery channel, I had to think terriblly sad thoughts like that to finish the article, or I would be dead right now from throwing up my stomach.
Thank you soo much, oh and by the way, my co-worker told my boss about this, and she thought it was very funny too, and she will probably read this thread also. So Scylla, I hope you’ve had your fun, and I think this will be the last time I come to this site!
Love,
A very sick little Network Administrator (who is currently eating saltine crackers and drinking gatorade).