I had a nice Egg McMuffin with hash brown this morning on the way to work and about five minutes ago let loose a rancid egg-last night's beer-coffee fart that could've wiped out the entire city of Baghdad. As usual with my luck about three seconds later our HR director (who is quite hot might I add) came by my office to drop off the new employee handbook and notify me of the changes made. She got about 5 seconds into her explanation when an overwhelming look of horror, disgust, realization, and finally nausea came upon her countenance and she was forced to stumble out of my office mumbling an incoherent explanation of having forgotten to do something while I could only shout after her that it wasn't me, that a work associate had come into my office earlier and done the foul deed as a cruel prank. As I sit here frantically typing this, trapped in a cloud of my own gaseuous stench with sweat dripping from my chin, with my door locked as I formulate a plan of changing my identity and moving to Tijuana- I am reminded of the disgusting pig that I am while that gossipping bitch tells the entire office of my revolting deed.
Such is life, at least I still have WBW.
Such is life, at least I still have WBW.
