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I guess you can say working third shift skews your mind a little. I provide two pieces of evidence:
A) Spicy sausage
One night a few of us were bored as hell at work. So one woman (B) suggested a game.
B: Female CW
H: Male CW
T: Other female CW (wasn't there the first night. This is important!)
Me: Yo
B: We can play the Sausage game!
Me: Uhhh....what's that? (yes, a font of witticisms I am, right?)
B: Well, it's a drinking game, but we can play it without drinking. Someone asks you a question and no matter what, you have to answer "Sausage" and not laugh.
H: Like: "What did you sodomize your grandmother with?"
All three of us burst out laughing. Because of that "Sausage" became a synonym of "sodomize". Fast forward to the next night when T is there.
Me: So, B, do you like sausage?
B: (laughing) Yeah it's the best.
H: (also laughing) I wish I had some now!
T: I don't like it....
Me: You don't?
T: No...spicy sausage makes my stomach hurt.
No one could talk to her for 5 minutes. We were laughing too hard.
B) Smarch-o-Ween
Another CW, S, and I used to have what we called "bullshit competitions". We would make up lies and make them more and more fantastic just to see how long we could keep it going. One night, B got involved.
Me: You know about the leap month, S?
S: (smiling) Yeah, they had to add it because of the calender going off.
B: Really? What's it called?
Me: Smarch (bonus points if you guess where this came from)
B: I've never heard of it.
S: Well, it only happens once every 88 years.
Me: But it's a big festival in the south.
S: Sure. They have a parade. With a parade queen.
Me: It's called "Smarch-O-Ween"
B: What?
Me: And the queen is called the "Smarch-o-Queen"
S: She throws halibut and cod to the masses.
Me: And wears the traditional halibut gown.
S: At the end, there's the raspberry wrestling!
B didn't buy into the festival part, but apparently, she believed in the "leap month" so much, she asked a friend of hers to confirm it. In her defense, it was the end of a very long week and I don't believe she had much sleep. Obviously, her friend told her in no uncertain terms, that we were full of it. S and I had a lot of laughs about that. Even to this day, I see B at work.
Me: Hey, B! I heard Smarch is coming!
B: (withering look) Shut up!
Me: (evil chuckle)
A) Spicy sausage
One night a few of us were bored as hell at work. So one woman (B) suggested a game.
B: Female CW
H: Male CW
T: Other female CW (wasn't there the first night. This is important!)
Me: Yo
B: We can play the Sausage game!
Me: Uhhh....what's that? (yes, a font of witticisms I am, right?)
B: Well, it's a drinking game, but we can play it without drinking. Someone asks you a question and no matter what, you have to answer "Sausage" and not laugh.
H: Like: "What did you sodomize your grandmother with?"
All three of us burst out laughing. Because of that "Sausage" became a synonym of "sodomize". Fast forward to the next night when T is there.
Me: So, B, do you like sausage?
B: (laughing) Yeah it's the best.
H: (also laughing) I wish I had some now!
T: I don't like it....
Me: You don't?
T: No...spicy sausage makes my stomach hurt.
No one could talk to her for 5 minutes. We were laughing too hard.
B) Smarch-o-Ween
Another CW, S, and I used to have what we called "bullshit competitions". We would make up lies and make them more and more fantastic just to see how long we could keep it going. One night, B got involved.
Me: You know about the leap month, S?
S: (smiling) Yeah, they had to add it because of the calender going off.
B: Really? What's it called?
Me: Smarch (bonus points if you guess where this came from)
B: I've never heard of it.
S: Well, it only happens once every 88 years.
Me: But it's a big festival in the south.
S: Sure. They have a parade. With a parade queen.
Me: It's called "Smarch-O-Ween"
B: What?
Me: And the queen is called the "Smarch-o-Queen"
S: She throws halibut and cod to the masses.
Me: And wears the traditional halibut gown.
S: At the end, there's the raspberry wrestling!
B didn't buy into the festival part, but apparently, she believed in the "leap month" so much, she asked a friend of hers to confirm it. In her defense, it was the end of a very long week and I don't believe she had much sleep. Obviously, her friend told her in no uncertain terms, that we were full of it. S and I had a lot of laughs about that. Even to this day, I see B at work.
Me: Hey, B! I heard Smarch is coming!
B: (withering look) Shut up!
Me: (evil chuckle)
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