Not So Bad
April 3rd, 2008
Yesterday, while feeling a little stressed at work, decided I needed a little “me time” and retreated to the restroom. While I was hiding, I mean, frequenting the facilities, I noticed a small footprint on the metal stall wall. On closer inspection, this footprint appeared to have six toes. As I left I thought to myself, hey, maybe things aren’t so bad for me after all.
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Jenni Says:
April 3rd, 2008 at 2:00 pm
What? No photographic evidence?
Jonny D. Says:
April 3rd, 2008 at 2:04 pm
Izzat a twoo story? D’ you know whut most peeps take “me time” to mean? Did you send this to audit before you posted it? Or am I just high on sage and pulled pork? Why are we here? Is Contentment really Happiness? Did you know you can’t say Happiness without saying, uh, Hap? OK, I’m gonna hang up now