My heinous cavemate just farted, and then grunted. The pleasant cavemate had to leave the room to keep from dying laughing and has left me here to maintain a straight face and answer phones. I think I just gave myself a hernia. I'm certain I just bit my tongue in half.
My work here is done.
Jebus Harold Christ on a rubber crutches, the cavemate could have just left the room.
Sure, I've been in the "work mode" when nature came a calling, and I've always been able to make it to a safe place before "answering the phone".
Flatulence is better saved for the ones you love, not for the ones you are forced to work with.
Jim T., at
6/27/2005 3:56 PMThe pleasant cavemate & I are in perfect agreement that it was the grunting that took it to the next level.
Thank GOD the funny outweighs the gross or this could totally be the last straw.
Space Kitty, at
6/27/2005 4:05 PMMaybe she forgot she was at work.
Kimberly, at
6/27/2005 10:03 PM*picks self off floor*
Thank God I was at home when I read your comment, Kimberly, because my reaction would totally have gotten me fired.
Then again...
Space Kitty, at
6/27/2005 10:54 PMKimberly = brilliant.
Mark the Bowler, at
6/28/2005 9:20 AM
I'm nearly in fits here trying to alternatively imagine and then NOT imagine all the possible reasons for the follow-up grunt. If one is forced to spend a Monday at work, one should be blessed with such entertainment.
Don't hold it in, honey -- cavemate clearly didn't.
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Mark the Bowler, at
6/27/2005 3:36 PM