Thursday, July 27, 2006
MY CUBICLE
This one has been going around for awhile and is certainly worth a mention here. It’s a parody of the hot James Blunt single ‘You’re Beautiful.’ This one’s called My Cubicle and it's pretty sweet.
AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH
Is there anything quite like a cold can of beer in the middle of a hot shower? Let me answer that for you. No. There is nothing like it. The hot stream running over your head, a cold can pressed to your lips, that stinging bubbly sensation tickling your tongue as you stand completely naked in a steamy bath.
Sometimes I really miss college.
Sometimes I really miss college.
Monday, July 24, 2006
A SHORTS STORY
What's the farthest you've gone outside of your house without realizing you're not wearing any pants?
I have a new record. I've walked out into my hallway countless times before realizing I should put some pants on. Even made it all the way to the elevator once. But that's nothing compared to what I pulled off today.
Today I jogged half way to North Avenue Beach in a pair of red Hanes boxer shorts before realizing that I had not put on shorts. It was a simple mistake. I was changing clothes after work and the phone rang. It was a work call and I ended up sitting down to take some notes. I guess I pulled on my shoes one while I was sitting there, and when the call ended, I stood up, grabbed my keys, and headed out. Shortsless in Chicago.
If the doorman thinks he's getting a tip from me this holiday season, he's sorely mistaken.
I have a new record. I've walked out into my hallway countless times before realizing I should put some pants on. Even made it all the way to the elevator once. But that's nothing compared to what I pulled off today.
Today I jogged half way to North Avenue Beach in a pair of red Hanes boxer shorts before realizing that I had not put on shorts. It was a simple mistake. I was changing clothes after work and the phone rang. It was a work call and I ended up sitting down to take some notes. I guess I pulled on my shoes one while I was sitting there, and when the call ended, I stood up, grabbed my keys, and headed out. Shortsless in Chicago.
If the doorman thinks he's getting a tip from me this holiday season, he's sorely mistaken.
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