Ben & Jerry Would Be So Proud
One day after a rare company lunch outing, I ended up walking back to the office with Overshare and Toolshed. Trust me, I wasn't thrilled that the group broke down that way, but oh my damn am I kind of glad it happened. Because without that unfortunate incident, I'd never have witnessed this gem.
Overshare: Mmm... ice cream. We should stop and get ice cream.
Toolshed: Ice cream.
Overshare: Ice cream.
Toolshed: Iiiicccce Crrrrrrrrreeeeaaammmm.
Overshare: Ice. Ice. Ice. Crrrrreeeeeeeeaaaaam. CREEEAAAMMMM!!!
Yeah, folks. I don't know either. It was bizarre.
Toolshed: I'm a championship ice cream eater. Ice. Cream.
Overshare: Championship?
Toolshed: Championship. I eat a half-pint of ice cream every night.
Overshare: A half-pint? Of ice cream?
Seriously. At this point I was thisclose to screaming: Yes!! We've established that we (and I'm using the term "we" loosely, here) are talking about ice cream already. There's no need to keep. saying. ice. crrreeeeeaaaammmm.
Toolshed: Ice. Crrreeeaaaaaammmm.
Overshare: Wow. Is that how you maintain your svelte figure?
Toolshed: Sure is. I like to maintain a layer of fat over my muscular frame.
Overshare: Damn... without that ice cream you'd have no ass at all, would you?
Toolshed: Nope. And then what would you caress?
posted by Anonymous Coworker @ 5:13 PM
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4 Comments:
Went from hungry to not hungry in .0005 sec. This is a record for me.
Ice cream = good
Toolshed caressing = unspeakable
I may never look at ice cream the same way again.
I second She Who Haikus.
I was reading, reading, thinking, "well, this isn't too bad." Then, I got to that last line and it all blew-up in my face. Good gracious.
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