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![]() Monday, September 01, 2003 Sometimes, You Just Have To Listen to Bon Jovi, that is. I don't know why, but I've had the song "Living On A Prayer" stuck in my head all day. Wouldn't go away until I listened to it. So I downloaded it, along with some other Bon Jovi tunes, and wow. I'm hooked. It's like crack, but hairier. Hey, I don't claim to understand my addictions. In other news, I woke up the other day. Yeah, that's not news. Anyway, I woke up and there was a message from Christa. The first thing I saw in her message was the line "Wanda has a ten pound cock." That's not what I need to see first thing in the morning. It took me a minute to realize that I needed to scroll up and get the rest of the story. Apparently, Christa had a dream that she woke up one morning with a penis. Still had all her girly bits, just had an extra part in her pants. She couldn't figure out what bathroom to use. She needed to confide in someone, so she told her manager Wanda that she had a penis. Turns out, once you reach a certain level of retail knowledge, the company gives you a penis. The more important you are to the company, the bigger the cock. Hence, Wanda had a ten pound cock. Made sense, once I read the entire thing. posted by jaime | 8:31 PM 0 comments |
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