Our little Eskimo has ambition! I could tell by the headline who it was by, didn't even need the byline.
I am going to be "that chick" at work and press my eating habits on my co-worker. Next week they get low-glycemic apple pie, and this week I think they get some of these dark chocolate covered blueberries, which are CRACK. We will eat those instead of the Halloween candy. Well, the next few bags. This bag is all mine.
An apple pie should be fine if I swap a couple apples for pears, right? I think I'll do that for the one I keep.
My co-worker is a doll, though. He never doesn't share, no matter what it is. He gave me honey packets yesterday.
Also yesterday I had one co-worker show me a picture he'd taken of a baboon with an unsheathed dick, and another assured me he did the middle of the night five finger shuffle and watched his fair share of porn--the problem only becomes when you stumble upon pictures on the computer being repaired of the computer owner putting it all out in a nekkid threesome...and then moments later wonder about the camera operator logistics--do they get swapped in? Is that fair? How do you make eye contact with your client now that you've seen her stuff getting stuffed?