
We can pretend it’s slang for being crazy or something. But we know the truth. It means you went in a cup of shit. A 3-foot cup of shit. After being shrunk by a ray-gun. A half full cup of shit. (Or half empty.) That's in the corner of Steve's room. So it can be looked at. Or eaten. Your choice. You can do whatever you want with it.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Catfish anyone?
My task (for the next three weeks supposedly, although I think I'll be done in a few days and I might go insane if I'm not) is to go through electricity tariffs for about five zillion utilities to see if the tariff format matches the structure of our current tariff database / calculator thingy. Thrilling, right? I just found this a couple minutes ago and had to try really hard not to start laughing loud enough to draw attention to myself. Stupid open workspace.
I guess catfish farms need electricity too, but it was just so random... hehe

Perhaps this would make me giggle more if I had other entries to compare it to...
ReplyDeleteOr, perhaps my sense of humor has died within the last couple of weeks. My room has been smelling a little bit more than usual.
Um.. ewww... Don't let your sense of humor rot in the corner.
ReplyDeleteAnd yeah, it was like "industrial tariff, residential tariff, street lighting, another industrial tariff, catfish."
ReplyDeletenow thats comedy
ReplyDeleteare the catfish farms being utilized to feed terrorists? Are you working for the marmots?
ReplyDeleteThe marmots work for me. Duh.
ReplyDeleteoh SHIT!
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