Coworker: You're late man. Trouble getting in? Is it getting pretty slick out there?
Jerk: No, I took Colfax in and got stuck behind some people slower than phuc-n antique taffy!
Jerk & Coworker stand with blank looks on their faces trying to figure out what the hell that means.
UM....Antique.....Taffy?
My brain ladies an gentlemen...let's give it a hand.
Antique Taffy.
Nice.
Friday, January 12, 2007
The....Phuc?!?
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hahahaha! "Antique Taffy" that is going to sit in my head all day now. It is going to replay like a record in my head. Around and around and around.
OH! And the good part of this is if your job is anything like mine, this will now become your nickname and it will stick to you like...well, antique taffy.
does that mean like old taffy? like it doesn't want to pull apart anymore. i don't eat taffy. i am also not as clever as you.
i feel stoopit now.
p.s. i like it when you refer to my lifestyle as kiss whoreness. kinda turns me on. wanna do it?
I dont know what it means, I've never said it before. I just blurted it out and made my brain hurt.
You ARE a kisswhore.
Meh....sure, bring it.
:x
What's taffy?
is that like Toffee? Um, if so, then hard or soft?
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