I worked my buns off on graphics yesterday, and I'm eye-ball tired! Why is it that staring at a computer screen for 7 hours straight does that to you? I think I just forget to blink or something. Though my peepers are weary, I'm feeling all accomplished. I love creating stuff, it just makes me feel all special. ;)
Oh, and I guess I need to tell The Grape Story for
angstchic I read this amusing account in some magazine, and it was in one of those "Your Most Embarrassing Moment" spreads....
This woman worked at a grocery store, and she had this guy friend that worked in the produce department. Well, they apparently were always playing around, aggravating each other, etc. One day she was walking by his dept. and saw him bent over going through some stock. She was amused to note that he had a raging case of plumber's butt going on. Then she gets this brilliant idea, and snags a grape off a bunch on display. She sneaks up quietly behind him and deftly wedges the cold grape into his butt crack. Well, the moment the grape made contact, the poor guy nearly kills himself when he jerks upright with enough force to warrant a whiplash suit. He spins around to confront this new and rare form of torment, and to her surprise....it is a man that she has never clapped eyes on in her life. Needless to say she was completely speechless and mortified.
Ok, this is the thing that gets me. How do you explain to a complete stranger that you have this penchant for sticking grapes in random person's a$$es? That would be a conversation worth hearing I would imagine. :)
Oh, and I guess I need to tell The Grape Story for
This woman worked at a grocery store, and she had this guy friend that worked in the produce department. Well, they apparently were always playing around, aggravating each other, etc. One day she was walking by his dept. and saw him bent over going through some stock. She was amused to note that he had a raging case of plumber's butt going on. Then she gets this brilliant idea, and snags a grape off a bunch on display. She sneaks up quietly behind him and deftly wedges the cold grape into his butt crack. Well, the moment the grape made contact, the poor guy nearly kills himself when he jerks upright with enough force to warrant a whiplash suit. He spins around to confront this new and rare form of torment, and to her surprise....it is a man that she has never clapped eyes on in her life. Needless to say she was completely speechless and mortified.
Ok, this is the thing that gets me. How do you explain to a complete stranger that you have this penchant for sticking grapes in random person's a$$es? That would be a conversation worth hearing I would imagine. :)
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Date: 2003-09-17 09:44 pm (UTC)