meximick's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kitchen contents OK, so now instead of work, I'm filling in for the receptionist, eating lunch, AND watching The Newlywed Game. Life's a fucking kick. In this office, there is a little kitchen nook area, where really sad people sit alone and watch the people on the street go by. There's a tv there, where you can watch westerns or infomercials. [Newlywed Game question (to men):Do you think you make whoopie more than the average newlywed? All respondents said less, and they were correct.] As I microwaved my lunch (the beans + rice Mike made last night that I stole this morn) I had myself a look around, and here's what I found: -half a case of 1 ltr bottles of tonic water -a toaster -an almost empty jar of peanut butter -bottle of Clamato <---FUCKING CLAMATO?! -two big fucking butcher knives -half a handled bottle of Dewar's scotch -celery salt -chicken boullion cubes -1lb. of bacon in the freezer -bloody mary mix I don't know, but it sounds like ther was a great fucking party that I missed out on. What kind of humans do I work with?! I understand the scotch, but how many butcher knives does one sales office really need? BTW, Judge Mills Lane. is on, and I haven't paid much attention, but I think its the case of: "I ain't a ho vs. yes, you is." 17:23:21 - 2000-08-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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