The other morning, out of the corner of my eye I saw someone walk into my office, and I thought it was Bruce. Having spent most of the morning playing with my online Bruce voodoo doll, I was pretty riled up and just the sight of him nearly caused me to unleash a string of profanity. Well, it turned out it wasn't Bruce, but RDVD. If I hadn't caught myself just in time, I would have insulted the vice president and probably put on probation (or worse), and it all would have been Bruce's fault. Frickin' Bruce.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Close Call
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