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I'm in HELL!

So....first things first. The last Wednesday of the month is approaching. Which means, there will be a thrift post no later than Thursday (And by Thursday, I mean by Sunday afternoon if I don't have too many beers on Saturday).
 
What follows is the occasional potty humor that occupies my mind. But in my defense, it was done to cheer up a friend who sometimes gets a little down on things.
 
In typical email fashion, you will need to scroll to the bottom and read back up to this point. Enjoy.
 
 
 
 
 


From: W--  R-- 
Sent: Wednesday, June 20, 2007 4:21 PM
To: Todd
Subject: RE: I'm in HELL!

I laughed. Thank you.

 


From: Todd
Sent: Wednesday, June 20, 2007 3:59 PM
To: W-- R--   
Subject: RE: I'm in HELL!

 

Well. there's the problem. I did.

And that was BEFORE the puddle. But I couldn't empty the cup faster than I could fill it. So I spilled.

 

And now I'm not really even all that thirsty. And of course no one around HERE has a jellyfish or sea urchin sting. So what the f am I gonna do with a Big Gulp 72 plastic cup full of urine?

 

 

I wonder if they make good popsicles?

 


From: W--  R-- 
Sent: Wednesday, June 20, 2007 3:55 PM
To: Todd
Subject: RE: I'm in HELL!

Only if you have to drink it.

 


From: Todd
Sent: Wednesday, June 20, 2007 3:55 PM
To: W--  R -- 
Subject: RE: I'm in HELL!

 

I'm sitting in a puddle of my own urine. Does that count?

 


From: W--  R-- 
Sent: Wednesday, June 20, 2007 3:53 PM
To: Todd
Subject: I'm in HELL!

Worked to midnight last night, been here since 7AM. All (hundreds) of calls from ROLM bounced back to ROLM. Their system menu quit working. I have some users who can’t log on. I haven’t eaten anything since 6:30AM. I’m working tonight.

 

How’s your day?

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