Disc Jockey JML
When I was a kid it would take me an hour to eat alphabet soup because I had to spell something with every bite. My sister took twice as long because she was dyslexic. And my cousin nearly starved to death because he was cross-eyed.
Our communications room was so cold (65 F) that after a couple of hours my toes would freeze. When visitors arrived they all wondered why we all wore hooded winter coats and had space heaters tucked under the desks. I welcomed trouble tickets that would send me anywhere else.
It’s the thought that counts but the execution that stinks.
A single malt scotch might result in getting stiff but a black and tan will just leave you sloshed. Take it from someone who’s done both and lived to tell about it.
Me thinks Apre’ dinner snack is more inclusive of the nether regions for which I often wished I could do that. (There’s the set up.)
I took scant notice of the congregation and speedo’d outta’ there.
I am making a funny. Also.
What do you mean there’s just a couple of socks? I never find a couple of socks. One of the pair always buggers off!
I worked with a guy who you knew where he’d been by the coffee splashes he left behind.
Some people are so stoned they forget they left something somewhere.