Today at work I saw another opportunity to ‘edit’ something I saw on a colleagues desk.
And if you don’t know what I’m talking about, see:
…and…
Anyway, no fancy story here today.
No deep, insightful musings.
Just this.
Bone Appétit
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Fully roosted coffee
At work, we have a dedicated private Facebook page in which employees can sell stuff.
It’s pretty good if you want baby clothes, a kitchen gadget they’ve ‘only used a couple [of] times’, and other shit and detritus they don’t want anymore.
Well, I decided to have a peruse through today’s offerings over my morning coffee, and happened upon this item.
You know this is going to be fowl
Usually stuff like this wouldn’t make it onto my blog, but I couldn’t resist with a description like this:
Extra large Cock – FREE to a good home
My first instinct was to look up from my desk and check around me to make sure I wasn’t having my leg pulled.
No, she really wrote that…and it was intended to be sincere.1
What made it even better is that someone commented:
That is a turkey.
To which she replied:
It’s a rooster. A huge cock
Ah, I love the smell of innuendos in the morning.
(slurps coffee)
1 – I know this because a) it’s on a public work Facebook channel, and b) innuendos aren’t her thing….believe me!
My brain filter may need some work.
Being a Brit living in America is, mostly, pretty easy.
The main issue I have (other than the stupid way they format their dates, their driving, their TV, their….well, you get my point) is filtering my disgusting and yet hilarious brain from reacting when I find something funny that others REALLY won’t.
After all, offending someone over here is as difficult as fist fighting a baby.
These moments of internal hilarity involve things like growlers, double-fisting and, more recently, this sign I saw on a colleagues desk that was clearly meant to be heartwarming…
You know what’s coming…
It took all my willpower not to put a note on it that reads:
“So are your wife’s tits”.
Does that make me a bad person?
Spelling Bee(yatch!)
The other day, whilst [while] walking down a supermarket aisle, I passed a couple having a quiet, yet heated conversation.
‘This should be interesting’, I thought, as I passed them….slowly.
“It’s e-a-t-E-n”, said the guy.
“Uh uh, no”, his other half said dismissively, “it’s e-a-t-A-n”.
“No baby, i’m telling you, it’s e-a-t-E-n”, he repeated with a slight chuckle in his voice.
This didn’t go down well with her.
Not well at all.
It was at this point she did that thing so many of my exes have done to me in the past when out in public; she raised her voice slightly in an attempt to embarrass her man in front of an audience….or, in this case, the slow, shuffling Brit who was taking far too much interest some nearby canned goods.
“Mmm-hmm, sure baby; whatever you say, but you is wrong![sic]“, she retorted, clearly convinced she wasn’t.
She was.
Besides, the correct spelling is ‘c-r-E-t-i-n’.
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