So.... at work last night, we hosted a Jack Daniels fundraiser which included alot of free booze and scantilly-clad hot dumb broads. One dumb broad in particular was on camera duty at the front door, which I wasnt really feeling because frankly, bitch was on my turf. She joyfully asked 2 other security guys and myself if we wanted our pictures taken. We all declined. Heres the conversation that took place thereafter....
Her: (enthusiastically) "Come on, guys!"
Us: "No... we're cool, thanks"
Her: "Come on! Its for Jack Daniels!".. clearly lacking the ability to negotiate.
Me: (backing away) "Um, i dont drink, nor do i condone people that do"
Her: "Awww... come on! It'll be fun!"
Me: "You know whats NOT fun? Cirrhosis of the liver... yeah. ... real showstopper, that cirrhosis"
Now i dont know if she knew what the hell I was talking about or maybe on some slight, miniscule chance she did, but the expression drained from her face like she just watched someone light a box of puppies on fire.
I am great.
Her: (enthusiastically) "Come on, guys!"
Us: "No... we're cool, thanks"
Her: "Come on! Its for Jack Daniels!".. clearly lacking the ability to negotiate.
Me: (backing away) "Um, i dont drink, nor do i condone people that do"
Her: "Awww... come on! It'll be fun!"
Me: "You know whats NOT fun? Cirrhosis of the liver... yeah. ... real showstopper, that cirrhosis"
Now i dont know if she knew what the hell I was talking about or maybe on some slight, miniscule chance she did, but the expression drained from her face like she just watched someone light a box of puppies on fire.
I am great.
padre:
That's pretty damn funny, I wish I had actually seen that.