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Two for today:
Good or bad? I REALLY don't want to know!
As I've posted before, I can usually tell what kind of weekend my city has had by what I find in the dumpster. I have to clean the dumpster every day if I am operating. We can't have it spill out onto the cement.
Anyway, as I was down there raking it out, I notice something. It's hot pink. I take a closer look. Why, it's a 7-inch, hot pink, broken-in-half (I assume) sex toy of the dildonic persuasion. And it was the "tip" end. It was literally ripped in half. It was not a clean cut.
Too many questions, and I don't want to know any of the answers.
Christmas Carols
In the lab, doing lab stuff. Burning stuff, pouring acid on stuff, autoclaving stuff, microscoping stuff... you know, a typical Mad Scientist day.
One of the lab techs has Christmas music on (there is a radio station that plays 24-hour Christmas music starting Dec. 1st. Joy!). Since I am not, technically, part of the lab, I can't change the station. They would get mad. And would probably complain. But they are cool ladies to work with.
So Christmas music is playing.. and playing.. and playing.. GAH! Make it stop!
FINALLY, the tech changes it to a classic rock station. We hear the last snippet of a song, and then Love Child plays, by Diana Ross and the Supremes.
She's grooving, getting into it. I come up to her, dressed in my groovy protective lab coat, lab gloves and lab goggles, and say: "Ya know, this has always been one of my favorite Christmas carols."
Her face:
Me: "Hee hee hee!"
Her arm: Throws a lab book at me. I dodge. She laughs.
Me: "The only true song about Jesus. Little baby Jesus was a love child, you know."
She groans, head in hand, and tells me to get out. Laughing, mind you.
Yeah, I'm probably going to go to Hell.
But I know I'll see a few of you there with me.
Good or bad? I REALLY don't want to know!
As I've posted before, I can usually tell what kind of weekend my city has had by what I find in the dumpster. I have to clean the dumpster every day if I am operating. We can't have it spill out onto the cement.
Anyway, as I was down there raking it out, I notice something. It's hot pink. I take a closer look. Why, it's a 7-inch, hot pink, broken-in-half (I assume) sex toy of the dildonic persuasion. And it was the "tip" end. It was literally ripped in half. It was not a clean cut.
Too many questions, and I don't want to know any of the answers.
Christmas Carols
In the lab, doing lab stuff. Burning stuff, pouring acid on stuff, autoclaving stuff, microscoping stuff... you know, a typical Mad Scientist day.
One of the lab techs has Christmas music on (there is a radio station that plays 24-hour Christmas music starting Dec. 1st. Joy!). Since I am not, technically, part of the lab, I can't change the station. They would get mad. And would probably complain. But they are cool ladies to work with.
So Christmas music is playing.. and playing.. and playing.. GAH! Make it stop!
FINALLY, the tech changes it to a classic rock station. We hear the last snippet of a song, and then Love Child plays, by Diana Ross and the Supremes.
She's grooving, getting into it. I come up to her, dressed in my groovy protective lab coat, lab gloves and lab goggles, and say: "Ya know, this has always been one of my favorite Christmas carols."
Her face:
Me: "Hee hee hee!"
Her arm: Throws a lab book at me. I dodge. She laughs.
Me: "The only true song about Jesus. Little baby Jesus was a love child, you know."
She groans, head in hand, and tells me to get out. Laughing, mind you.
Yeah, I'm probably going to go to Hell.
But I know I'll see a few of you there with me.
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