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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Wednesday, October 30, 2002
Jumpsuits and Innuendos
Oh how I've missed the fun of sitting next to ol' Pete. The conversations have been strong and steady and in true Pete fashion have made little to no sense. We just had a nice one involving a jumpsuit. Now I'm not sure if this is the garden variety J.C. Penney kind or onea them there new fangled upscale dinner jumpsuits (does that guy have a fantastic mullet or what) but whatever the case Pete was kind enough to buy one for a friend of his and seems a bit hurt the man is not parading around daily in it. But let's be honest here. These are the kind of things you should only save for special occasions. After all, if you constantly wear jump suits people might get the wrong idea that you are some kind of jet-setting playboy mechanic. Lord knows the trouble that could cause. One minute your calmly sitting on your front porch whittlin' and the next thing you know BAM you're on a private jet to Milan to work on an Italian fashion designers Masserati. You can see how this might complicate your life. Pete knows this as he even recommended that his friend be laid to rest in it. Hey, it worked for Elvis. So this prompted a long discussion of the comforts of jumpsuits and I can just see the Pete family lounging around the Redneck Resort clad in their finest camo jumpsuits munching on "ol' Huntin' Dog Blue" jerky... but I digress. The best part of the conversation was the end not only is it a chilling visual that I probably could have gone the rest of my life without hearing but it is, drum roll please...
Pete-ism of the day!!!
"I don't like nothun tight... 'cept one thing. You know what I mean?
1:13 PM
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
Every now and then I have to work
I know ... I know... there has been "nary an update" in what seems like a "coons age" but what can I say work has kept me busy and unfortunately away from my desk. With not being around my little cubicle oasis I have been unable to hear the latest in Pete's saga. So yesterday I returned to a full day of boxed in bliss and OH what a day it was.
Kilt me some deers
Pete's been a busy little death machine recently! Bringing down his hail of gunfire justice on the evil woodland creatures that desecrate the sanctity of nature. He took the better part of last week off to go deer hunting at Presidents Island (see previous post Which Ditch to Ditch witch) of which turned out to be less then eventful for our fearless hunter-gatherer. He fared much better last weekend when he was able to "kilt him a couple deers" the as he put "field dressed out around 60 pounds." 60 pounds???!!! Call me kooky but a 60-pound deer is not a deer it's a medium sized dog. And since the thing had no antlers to speak of I'm not completely sure he didn't accidentally shoot one of his hunting dogs and to save face sheared it to look like a deer. Needless to say that when the "ho-made Deer Jerky" came in a few days later I was not exactly clamoring over the masses in line to get a taste.
It's a kill or be killed world folks...
Woof.
8:22 AM
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