Call me Ishmael, but I just had a really bad day. I got these alergies, and man, they're kicked into action like K-Mart shoppers on blue light day.
So, I get into the elevator at my girlfriends office. 10 floors between me and my squeeze, and closing in. I get to the fourth floor and the flying box stops. The doors open up and this chick in a tight black skirt and snug fitting angora sweater gets in with me. She smiled at me like she just cut one. I didn't have nothing to lose so I dumped one of my lines on her. I'm looking at her fine rack, paying close attention to her perky Ta-ta's and I say, "I'll take the pup with the pink nose." Then she smiled that weird freakin smile at me again. I thought to myself that this chick was deserving a pistol whipping. I went to take a deep breath through my stuffed-up nose when a booger unlodged itself and got caught sideways or something and made this loud shreeking whistling noise. She cracked up. I mean she got out on the eigth floor walking with her legs crossed. By the way, my girlfriend was off sick today. She thinks she might be knocked up!
What a day.
Who else has something like this to share?
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