Random Thoughts on a Dreary Thursday Afternoon
February 21, 2008 · Print This Article
Okay, I’m not sure if any of you have ever lost consciousness before, so let me just say very quickly here: Don’t do it.
No, seriously. If you can avoid a situation in which there is a possibility you might lose consciousness, by all means, do so. Whatever you do, do not pass out. Especially if you have foolishly locked yourself in an ER restroom where no one can find you until you come to, drag yourself up from the floor, and stagger out to find a nurse. Or, you know, anyone who will make the world stop spinning. It is NOT fun. Not fun at all. Trust me.
Just FYI.
Also, this? This right here is exactly what happens when you send a man to get support supplies after you bust your ass. Wait. I have to say, it seems like there should be something after that, doesn’t it? Like, “I busted my ass doing this report and this is the thanks I get?!” Or, “Hey, don’t bust your ass trying to get this done, it’s not that big a deal, yo?” You know? But whatever. Hee. I said “but.” Which totally sounds exactly like butt! Because it is a homonym?! Or more specifically, a homophone?! Hee! BUT.
What?
Oh yes… THIS is exactly what happens!
I know, right?! It’s like he just walked into CVS and grabbed the biggest, brightest, most gosh-awfulest butt-support-donut EVER and was like, “Dude. Cat will so totally love me for this. I am the best husband in the entire universe. I wonder if my bike pump will fit this bad boy?” And I was like, “Oh, the HELL you say?!”
I mean, guys? It smells like those kickballs you used to check out from the P.E. teachers at recess! Yeah. Like that. And I can totally bounce it and it makes that rubbery BOING! sound, which I demonstrated to several of my very impressed co-workers. Well, once they recovered from the blinding shock of the Manic Panic Orange, that is.
Honestly.
Thank goodness for my spare office hoodie, that’s all I’m saying.
So… think anyone will notice?
Hey! Give me a break. That is a genuine medical device! Sheesh.
What’s the name brand on that ? “Deri Air”
Ba dum bum.
I dyed my hair Manic Panic Pink in high school.
That butt support looks more like a pool toy. Are you sure TGYM went to a medical supply store and not Pool’N'Patio?
**too busy laughing over here, to comment…***
*gasp*
Men. That is all I can say. Men.
*snicker*
RC: Right?! RIGHT?! I’m saying. MEN.
Ern: Manic Panic Pink? Nice! Fan of MSCL, eh? *sigh* I MISS that show…
WHY do you know what it SMELLS like? Dude. It’s for your ASS. Don’t SMELL it. That’s just nasty.
That’s just it! It’s not like I was sniffing at it, you sicko. I mean, if you have ever been in the VICINITY of playground kickball, you will totally feel me on this one. It’s overpowering, I tell you! OVERPOWERING! Ask anyone! Go on!
So there.
I can smell it from here.
No, for real, Cat, this is all so horrible. You have such good humor, but don’t you want to execute someone at the hospital? That second fall seems so preventable.
Take good care of your bottom.
Indeed, that just adds insult to injury.
Heh.