Sinister: You Made Me Forget My Thighs

[larry at xxx.com]

Corporatio Arachnoida wrote:

>And seriously, at the first party I threw at my house I was talking 
>about how the historical scale is now reversed, and those with money can 
>afford to be thin while the poorer have to settle for fast food and tv 
>dinners and wind up being horridly overweight, when my friend Jerry from 
>400 miles away strode in, plopped down on the couch, and yelled (in 
>front of all my paraprofessional, uh, colleagues) "BITCH, BRING ME A 
>CHICKEN POT PIE!" It was funny how every single one of them got up and 
>said they really had to go all within a minute of each other. I mean, 
>there was a queue to leave. I had to return a keg 95 percent full.

Well, that's the problem with paraprofessional colleagues - they tend not to
have seen The Breakfast Club, ever.

"Eh, smoke up, Johnny!"


-L-

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