Farty Frenchman
It's been a long while since I've blogged anything...
Reasons:
1. BUSY BUSY BUSY on the work front.
2. I went to Florida with my family to visit my sister and her family.
3. I was emotionally occupied for over a week after my vacation - causing extensive writer's block.
Anyway... it's been tough at work. I've been working on multiple projects and I'm just tired. I've been drinking coffee each morning to stay awake and home brewed ginseng tea every afternoon for stamina. As you can see, I'm well replenished with liquids, yet, I can't explain why I get dehydration headaches towards the end of the day.
Well... being replenished with liquids is a good thing. It gives me a reason to leave my desk every half an hour per 8 ounces I intake. The draw back is having to be on the same schedule as the farty Frenchman. He stands in front of the urinal and just farts. He doesn't care who's in there with him. He just farts. He farts as he pees and when he's done peeing, he forcefully squeezes out the last of the gas. You can just tell that it was forced. It squeaks out and the echo pales in comparison to the first of the bunch.
He's nasty! Here I am, one urinal away, holding my breath, trying not to laugh, and pretending not to hear him. Gosh... I know this guy. I've worked with him in the past. I can't believe he can do that. What gives him the right to pollute my air space? They should really post a "No Farting Unless You're Alone" sign in the restroom. I've been farted at before by significant others and potential significant others, but those were done playfully, not invasively. You know who you are! LOL...!!!
Gosh... what is this world coming to? If you think having to civilly ignore a co-worker's gas passing habits in the bathroom is tough... pray that you don't have to experience the scenario where your co-worker recognizes your shoes or sees your dangling ID while you are taking a dump and starts talking to you about his life story. You'll be like, "Hold it- hold it- hold it- not yet... he'll go away soon... I hope... gosh... it's 'prairie dogging'... hold it... okay, okay, okay... let it out slowly- slowly- slowly- *cough real loud or laugh real hard* and let it all come out in shame..."
Sorry... I do write pretty graphic blogs sometimes. Tea anyone? =P
Update 08-24-2007: I can't believe it... he was there again... again he was passing gas at me... I swear... he must be following me... maybe it's a fetish for him. :(
Reasons:
1. BUSY BUSY BUSY on the work front.
2. I went to Florida with my family to visit my sister and her family.
3. I was emotionally occupied for over a week after my vacation - causing extensive writer's block.
Anyway... it's been tough at work. I've been working on multiple projects and I'm just tired. I've been drinking coffee each morning to stay awake and home brewed ginseng tea every afternoon for stamina. As you can see, I'm well replenished with liquids, yet, I can't explain why I get dehydration headaches towards the end of the day.
Well... being replenished with liquids is a good thing. It gives me a reason to leave my desk every half an hour per 8 ounces I intake. The draw back is having to be on the same schedule as the farty Frenchman. He stands in front of the urinal and just farts. He doesn't care who's in there with him. He just farts. He farts as he pees and when he's done peeing, he forcefully squeezes out the last of the gas. You can just tell that it was forced. It squeaks out and the echo pales in comparison to the first of the bunch.
He's nasty! Here I am, one urinal away, holding my breath, trying not to laugh, and pretending not to hear him. Gosh... I know this guy. I've worked with him in the past. I can't believe he can do that. What gives him the right to pollute my air space? They should really post a "No Farting Unless You're Alone" sign in the restroom. I've been farted at before by significant others and potential significant others, but those were done playfully, not invasively. You know who you are! LOL...!!!
Gosh... what is this world coming to? If you think having to civilly ignore a co-worker's gas passing habits in the bathroom is tough... pray that you don't have to experience the scenario where your co-worker recognizes your shoes or sees your dangling ID while you are taking a dump and starts talking to you about his life story. You'll be like, "Hold it- hold it- hold it- not yet... he'll go away soon... I hope... gosh... it's 'prairie dogging'... hold it... okay, okay, okay... let it out slowly- slowly- slowly- *cough real loud or laugh real hard* and let it all come out in shame..."
Sorry... I do write pretty graphic blogs sometimes. Tea anyone? =P
Update 08-24-2007: I can't believe it... he was there again... again he was passing gas at me... I swear... he must be following me... maybe it's a fetish for him. :(
posted by Sparky X | 2:12 PM
1 Comments:
You men, straight or otherwise, are NASTY!!!!
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