Showing posts with label Yow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yow. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Real Life Conversation # 26

(gestures to his sandwich) Want a taste?

No thanks. I don't really care for your meat.

Blink.

Uh, that is - uh, your salami.

Blink.

Ahem: I don't enjoy the flavor of this variety of Oscar Meyer luncheon meat. Damn.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

She can catch me anytime!

The job hunt continues!

Remember The Pretender?
(Ms. Parker, yow!)

So splashy splashy's going well and I suddenly think, “I know! I'll turn around, I'll do swimmy swimmy, and then maybe she'll do swimmy swimmy too in a kind of chase me-chase me way and then we'd do catchy catchy and underwater sexy sexy!”
Which jobs could you get away with faking it for just seven days?

How about:

Substitute Teacher (anything but math or foreign languages)

Psychiatrist (Simply nod a lot and take notes)

Programmer (Just look thoroughly focused and take 2 hour lunch breaks*)

Horse Whisperer (C'mon, why not - it's not like the horse is gonna tell on you)

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*Sounds posh, but they tend to stay very late and work weekends too