Suckage
My coworkers are all lame. LAME I TELL YOU! Except for the sick one, she has an excuse.
Radio Free Simu Adam* is in town, and all of my SimuFriends™ bailed out of going to meet him for drinks.
Well, I have a reputation to uphold, dammit. Let there be merrymaking!
Currently listening to: "Hymn to an Older Generation", Jefferson Airplane
* Yes, I actually call him "Radio Free Simu Adam", to distinguish him from other Adams, such as my brother ("my brother, Adam") and Revolution Block's bass player ("Bucco"). You do the same thing with people you know, admit it.
4 Comments:
>You do the same thing with people you know, admit it.
Damn, you're right. I know like a dozen guys named Mike. Finding the proper entry for the Mike I want to call is a pain in the ass.
-Alex
I am not lame as I was not informed of Adam's visit. That must mean you are the lame one.
Your husband knew...that's the same as telling you!
Nope. Doesn't work that way. You need to mention it to me to make sure I know about it. :)
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