SouthFresh

Cialis: Freedom to Choose the Moment
Tissues: To Clean up After the Moment.

The following is a transcript from e-mails I recently exchanged at work:

someone: I also noticed that the factory has attached their name and phone number on the product with a tag. Please ensure you are taking these off ALL of the samples. I’m not sure if you caught this on earlier ones shipped out – but please do for any remaining samples.

me: I don’t think I saw it, but I’ll be sure to strip it down (and stuff dollar bills in its thong) before shipping.

I’m just waiting for the day when Fredericks of Hollywood and Starbucks team up to bring us coffee flavored edible underwear.

Frappa-chones.

me: Could you order me a new arm please?
me: right arm.
someone: mmmmmm, okay
someone: length? color?
someone: wimpy or buff?
me: 32 Long… color – plaid, Wimpy at the top, but forearms like Popeye.

It’s the middle of 1100 C.E..

“Henry what’re you doing.”
“Giving this horse what-for.”
“Its dead.”
“I realize that.”

A cliché is born, or at least that’s one coneceivable explanation…. I like it and I’m sticking to it.

I have a rule no to spend much time commenting on my own entries, consider it broken once again.

One has to be very careful how one gets a camera into the bathroom at work. One gets enough looks already, or so I’ve heard.

From the restroom at work.

Should you have all of that cheese, or maybe the bran muffin? You decide: