Is there anything more embarrassing than a doctor…

Friday, 18 September 2009

…walking around the office with a golf club?

Myself: I can–

Me: No–

Myself: I say, I can think of something.

Me: Is this going to be a diarrhea or a dirty mom joke?

Myself: Something more embarrassing might be some sad kid from the sticks of a state so obscure and misnamed as to be excluded from some American atlases; who now as an adult makes ten times as much money—literally, ten times as much money—as he ever did back home and still has less than $1,000 in the bank after ten years of working his ass off and playing Whac-A-Mole with his dreams. I mean, fuck, I’d be too ashamed to climb out of bed in the morning, you know.

Me: I’m… I’m just gonna go read in the other room.

Myself: Oh, you’re gonna cry!? Come back here and take it like a man!

Myself: No. Basta. You won. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Me: Pussy! …Quit pretending you know any Italian too!

Id: Wowzers… seriously.

Ego: I know. Those guys. Right?

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