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Dip. Duck. Dodge, Dive and Duck.

Posted by The Red Devil on Tuesday, October 10, 2006 in ,
If there was one person I miss so much from the old chicken house, it's Bes. We're cool, you know. We have a great conversation, we kid and we have a sarcastic war of words and a war of sarcastic words. We threw punches at each other as good as we were getting. I thought I'd left that and would chalk it up to memory - you know, during some dinner or cocktail party:

"Yes, and he retorted with 'and that is how it's not supposed to be done'"

I would start laughing and stop with a snort when I realize no one is laughing with me. Quick! Save yourself!!

"But that vase really looks so avante garde!"

Nice going, jackass.

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Anyhoo, there's this guy here from work that I found to be my sparring partner! We'd throw out insults to each other and take some in cool stride. Of course him being big, fat and bald makes it all the more easier for me. (I mean, c'mon dude, you're not even trying!)

The best part is, hubby knows him so I don't have to feel bad about telling him stories about how we hurled names at each other. Lemme tell you right now, the name calling and the insults and the comebacks are hilarious!!

Now, we're just waiting for an HR sanction about professionalism.

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