Two things-- found this old blog of mine i wanted to put up--
Ok, my boss is already crazy but I want him to snap. Call me bored, call me mean but I wanna see him loose it--- more than he has already. I mean like The Shining, "Stalking-his-family-with-a-hatchet" loose it. I mean "Hauled-away-by-the-men-in-white-coats" loose it. I wanna see it on the front page of the Times. Brutal, ugly madness...
DRIVE MY BOSS OUT OF HIS TITS: Attempt #1
The James Caan Mind-Fuck
I have hung this picture of James Caan over my desk. When the boss noticed he blinked like a dumb dog and said "I want axe you question. Who in picture for?"
"James Caan." I said.
"Why you got that?" he belched. "You like James Caan?"
"I like him ok, I guess." I said nonchelantly. "But mostly, I fear him." He blinked again, and wiped
some slobber from his chin.
"Fear?" he groaned. "You scared of James Caan?"
"All men know fear," I replied, turning slowly in my swivel chair to face him. "He who knows no fear is
the self-decieved."
He hiccupped, staring at the picture of James Caan, his expression not unlike that of a goldfish, glassy eyed and mouth agape. He finally snorted and went into the bathroom for the next twenty minutes.
The next step requires that I put up more pictures of James Caan around the office. Then I might have to break into his home and continue decorating. Lastly I'm going to write James Caan a letter requesting him to come to my office and pimp-slap the motherfukking son-of-a-bitch with a fist covered in pinky rings.
He will know the face of fear... and it looks looks like James Caan.
Ok and the other thing? Ember's new set is the fucking best thing that's happened to me all week.
K
EAT A BOWL OF FUCK
Ok, my boss is already crazy but I want him to snap. Call me bored, call me mean but I wanna see him loose it--- more than he has already. I mean like The Shining, "Stalking-his-family-with-a-hatchet" loose it. I mean "Hauled-away-by-the-men-in-white-coats" loose it. I wanna see it on the front page of the Times. Brutal, ugly madness...
DRIVE MY BOSS OUT OF HIS TITS: Attempt #1
The James Caan Mind-Fuck
I have hung this picture of James Caan over my desk. When the boss noticed he blinked like a dumb dog and said "I want axe you question. Who in picture for?"
"James Caan." I said.
"Why you got that?" he belched. "You like James Caan?"
"I like him ok, I guess." I said nonchelantly. "But mostly, I fear him." He blinked again, and wiped
some slobber from his chin.
"Fear?" he groaned. "You scared of James Caan?"
"All men know fear," I replied, turning slowly in my swivel chair to face him. "He who knows no fear is
the self-decieved."
He hiccupped, staring at the picture of James Caan, his expression not unlike that of a goldfish, glassy eyed and mouth agape. He finally snorted and went into the bathroom for the next twenty minutes.
The next step requires that I put up more pictures of James Caan around the office. Then I might have to break into his home and continue decorating. Lastly I'm going to write James Caan a letter requesting him to come to my office and pimp-slap the motherfukking son-of-a-bitch with a fist covered in pinky rings.
He will know the face of fear... and it looks looks like James Caan.
Ok and the other thing? Ember's new set is the fucking best thing that's happened to me all week.
K
EAT A BOWL OF FUCK