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Friday, January 27, 2012

Paybacks...

Randy is a co-worker and a good friend of mine.  When I was first hired into the office, he showed me around and helped me feel like a part of the team.  He's a great mentor, but he's also a prankster.

He's always smacking me on the back of the neck when I'm on the radio, messing with my lunch, throwing stuff at me and prank calling me.  I decided it was time for a little payback.  

Ya see, Randy likes honey roasted peanuts.  He always has a big ole jar of them at his desk.  I waited until he stepped away for a minute and this happened...

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

I Heart This Kid!!!

I let Miss Add in the studio today for a little recording time.  I think I may be on to something...


Monday, January 2, 2012

Yet Another Potty Post...

So Cris and I went on our first date night in like forever last night.  We went to a couple different theaters to catch some flicks we wanted to see.  On the way out of the first one we both parted ways to dispose of the ginormous (and expensive) sodas we had gulped down during our featured films.  I head into a bathroom stall and to my absolute horror discover that the dude before me had used the entire stall for target practice.  The seat was wet, the floor was wet, the wall was wet...

As disgusted as I was, there was nowhere else to go, so...I went.  Hmmm...maybe he waited too long and didn't have time to aim?  Doubt it.  The four year old in him must've came out along with his soda...

Anyhoo, we go see the next flick, and again after leaving the auditorium, we part ways to potty before heading home.

I walk into the bathroom and at first glance see a long line of guys waiting to use the potty.  Then I notice that every stall is taken, but only every other urinal.  None of the guys in line wanted to stand next to another guy peeing...no matter how bad we had to go.  So, instead I look to the guy in front of me, (in line, not the one peeing...guys never look at another dude while he's handling his business).  The guy in front of me shrugs his head and starts giggling.  Then I start giggling.  Then all the other guys in line start giggling.  Then all I could think was even though we were all giggling because we were either too proud or too shy to stand directly next to another dude holding his junk, the guys actually using the bathroom must have thought we were giggling at them.  So in essence, we were all a bunch of four year-olds.  

I'd write more, but this post made me have to pee.  Gee, I sure hope there's not a line...
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