Finally. Finally I'm done for the day. Packing up my equipment to leave, headed for the timeclock, when my eyes feast upon Mr. Droopy Drawers, who has now become Mr. Poopy Drawers, waddling down the aisle towards HBA--hopefully the adult diaper aisle.
So that's why his drawers are slung so low.
Back at headquarters, I inform my LOD that I'm having a "crack" problem. It's a Full Moon at the Bullseye, which is no longer red, but dark brown.
My boss is a sort of a Peppermint Patty, which is great most of the time, as was this time. She headed for the door, announcing, "This sounds like a job for...ME!" Couldn't help busting out laughing.
So that's why his drawers are slung so low.
Back at headquarters, I inform my LOD that I'm having a "crack" problem. It's a Full Moon at the Bullseye, which is no longer red, but dark brown.
My boss is a sort of a Peppermint Patty, which is great most of the time, as was this time. She headed for the door, announcing, "This sounds like a job for...ME!" Couldn't help busting out laughing.
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