Musings of a Winter Wren

Friday, December 15, 2006

WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'YOU SMELL LIKE SEX?'

Prada walks over to my work station this morning to find me staring into inner space. I look up at him as he nears my desk. I'm grinning like the fucking Cheshire Cat. "What?" He asks in his British accent. "Why have you got that impish look on your face?"

Me: "What impish look?"

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Me: "Oh thaaaaaaaat..."

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Now all you need is the Garrison Keillor voice over "Isn't it nice... when things just... work" and who knows, maybe pull yourself together into one unified...hmmmm, Honda? mj

12/15/2006

 
Blogger Winter Wren said...

I didn't sleep at all last night. Time is doing this strange bendy thing right now. It's like someone hung their wet drawers on the space time continuum. It's all warpy.

12/15/2006

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Can I borrow that, as a line I can see it "YO baby...how bout me hangin my wet drawers on your space time continuum tonight" "Sure sugar, the clothes pins are in the unified theory drawers.mj

12/15/2006

 

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