All that snoring was me
Earlier today, I had a comment from what I would assume to be the Ghost of Bad Perms Past, and the comment told me that I was working too hard. I would assume that a bad perm wouldn't come back from beyond the veil just to fuck with me, so I took the message to heart, and have managed to make it through the day without a productive moment.
We worked until about 12:30 last night and got the ugliest of the ugly stuff done on the project, which means that we get a real holiday weekend!
But my bad perm was right that I worked too much yesterday. I have photographic evidence, taken at my desk last night, to show the side effects of pullin' a long shift. Wait, why does it sound dirty when I say "pullin' a long shift"? "I got caught in the stockroom with Renaldo, pullin' a long shift."
By this point, my hair had decided it would break formation and each strand would wander in a different direction. And I keep the Pop-Tarts handy just in case of emergency; if we'd gotten snowed in, I'd have felt bad bein' forced to resort to cannibalism.
Needless to say, I'm pretty out of it today. My body clock gets confused very easily, just like I do. I've slept a lot today, so maybe I'll just sit here with my tchotchkes and my Play-Doh and my Photoshop and try really hard not to hurt anybody.
Heh heh heh heh...
We worked until about 12:30 last night and got the ugliest of the ugly stuff done on the project, which means that we get a real holiday weekend!
But my bad perm was right that I worked too much yesterday. I have photographic evidence, taken at my desk last night, to show the side effects of pullin' a long shift. Wait, why does it sound dirty when I say "pullin' a long shift"? "I got caught in the stockroom with Renaldo, pullin' a long shift."
By this point, my hair had decided it would break formation and each strand would wander in a different direction. And I keep the Pop-Tarts handy just in case of emergency; if we'd gotten snowed in, I'd have felt bad bein' forced to resort to cannibalism.
Needless to say, I'm pretty out of it today. My body clock gets confused very easily, just like I do. I've slept a lot today, so maybe I'll just sit here with my tchotchkes and my Play-Doh and my Photoshop and try really hard not to hurt anybody.
Heh heh heh heh...
14 of you felt the overwhelming need to say somethin':
Ruh-roh. No one is safe!!!!
Play-doh always makes it better.
Shit..you crazy ass.
Do you think that maybe one day you can post a nice picture of you in color. This color shit you do gives me nightmares.
You are Satan aren't you Bucky?
You really are.
Fuck.
Happy New Year..
Thanks for all the fucking laughs.
Like I said..you crack my shit up.
Step away from the tchotchkes and no one will get hurt.... hands in the air, move nice and slow... and don't try any funny business, either.
I've watched cop shows... I know how this is done.
What’s all this obsessing with perms? Bucky? I have never seen a pic of you where you even appeared to have a perm.
The red Bucky isn’t too bad, if one remembers that the color red can be used to symbolize fire and blood, so it is associated with energy, war, danger, strength, power, determination as well as passion, desire, and love. I associate you with 6 of those, maybe even 8 of ‘em.
i think i have had weeks like that - i think i'm having one now.
Holiday weekend to the rescue! Happy New Year!
I keep coming over to see what kind of mischief you're making. Make some mischief! I've got some real crappy crap going on here, and I needs me some funny, honey :)
Hey, watch out for Furbies.
Are you making a whole playdoh porn shoot this time? Cause its taking you long enough...
It's past midnight here on the right side of the pond, so HAPPY NEW YEAR.
Tee hee. Your Google Ad is for Warm and gentle perms. tee hee
WHAT??? For heaven's sake, post your ass or SOMETHING! Some of us are having troubles and can't be out partying tonight. You know you don't want me to go into detail about the KIND of trouble some of us are having, now DO you?
Well, Bucky, if it ain’t my German-Irish ancestry that keeps the booze down, maybe it’s my Scottish or French heritage.
I case you miss it, I posted a pic of an ancient Bucky Four-Eyes Wannabe on my blog today.
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