send in the [krusty] clowns...
Oh wait, they're already here. The above shoe belongs to me. Today [at work] my shoe laces broke and I had no choice but to use a bright red (or orange? I guess this is where the fantastical color red-orange comes into play) rubber band to keep the shoe on my foot. I kind of looks clown-ish with my size 12.5 shoe with shockingly different colored "laces" on. Anyway it worked.
Reminds me of the time I was having a serious business conversation with someone at work and just completely out of nowhere my belt snapped. I hadn't touched it or gained any ridiculous amount of weight in the last 10 seconds but it just...broke. I excused myself and realized that I still had half the day to go and there was really nothing that I could do. I didn't find an electric cord anywhere so I used some rope I found to keep myself afloat. What a sight I was...dress shoes, slacks, clean white shirt, tie, and a nylon rope around my waist.
Bart: Well, not really, 'cause yours is just a piece of extension cord.
Kearney: Hey, dude, he's ragging on your cord.
On a random note I have to stop being attracted to [and vice versa] girls who are already taken or have "issues" resulting from having a bad/non-existent relationship with their father.
posted by Ron at 1:51 AM
6 Comments:
You told me a hundred times how your father left and he's gone
But I wish you wouldn't call me daddy
When we're gettin' it on
nice save. colored laces rock.
the other week i was having coffee with a colleague when i noticed (as i was lifting my coffee cup) that i had a big hold in the elbow of my sweater. the sweater was black and the shirt underneath was white. most unfortunate. who knows how long that hole was there.
oh Matt...no more vague Offspring references. They are dead to me.
I like the red-orange-ness. It makes me smile.
that is the most fantastic thing i have heard for some time. if only we all could wear extension cords around our waists. whoops. you know what i meant.
Go to Australia.
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