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?
