The cubical jungle breeds strange officemates...
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Friday, September 13, 2002
Okree Fenokee
So one of our illustrious colleagues was kind enough to bring in a bag of Okra for those southerners that can't live without a nice weekly dose of Fried Okra So as Pete is want to do, this spawned a debate amongst office workers and Pete as to the pronunciation of Okra. So as we all know Pete likes to add various syllables or letters that just don't belong in words so Pete replied with "Okree." An office worker responded with "No that is Okra." Pete, not being one to deny his beer drinkin' animal killin' homosexual hatin' southern heritage lifestyle said "I don't know war yer from but round these parts we call that Okree!" Refusing to take part in any more idiocy I was proud to see our office mate back down and not add to any more silliness. I must admit though it does make me wonder who might be correct as she was born and raised here... I refused to comment as I'm still not one hundred percent sure just what Okra, or to be fair Okree, is exactly. And based off this description I'm not real sure I want to eat it.
"It contains a sticky, mucilaginous juice..." ?!?!?!? Ewwwwwwwwww... gross.
8:41 AM
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