While Trying Not to Lose my Job...
It was a late start for me today. And by late start I mean “I woke in a panic an hour after I was supposed to leave and ran to the train with pillow crease marks still fresh on my face.” With that said I’ll recap the stories that I’ve seen posted around the blogosphere while working to try and keep my job:
This fan is an embarrassment to West Virginians all across, well…West Virginia. And, frankly, to anyone who can hold their drink.
Tuscaloosians (Tuscaloosans?) welcomed Nick Saban to the neighborhood.
LeBron James learned his son some life lessons.
Mike Tyson was, well...Mike Tyson.
I apologize to you and, you know, my bosses for being late today. Hey, that's life when you get paid poorly and you need to moonlight as a stripper waitress.
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1 comment:
Is that "you" apology the plural or singular you? :-p I'm going to have to stop commenting until I get some fellow commenters on here to make me look less stalkerly.
But seriously, good luck to you as you get to re-enact O Henry's NYC shopgirl stereotype a century later. Fun fun!
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