Last night at work ...

[apocalypsos]

The coach, seeing me walk away from my machine ten minutes before break --

Coach: Where do you think you're going?
Me: To the bathroom.
Coach: *grumbles*
(Five minutes later, when I come back with a bag of chips in my hand)
Coach: So now there's a vending machine in the bathroom?
Me: No, I peed in the break room.
Other Coach: *chokegiggles*

And later, my friend Dwayne talking about The Christmas Shoes --

Dwayne: How bad was that freaking movie? "Oh, my mom is going to walk with Jesus, so I have to buy her some new shoes!" And did you know they're making a sequel?
Me: Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
Dwayne: Yeah, it's probably something like "The Christmas Gloves." The dad dies of frostbite digging her grave.

Comments

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

1) How the hell did they manage to stretch the Christmas Shoes story to the length of even a short movie?

2) Doesn't everybody know that the 'sick mother' story is the third oldest con in the book?

[shadowcat]

Dwayne: Yeah, it's probably something like "The Christmas Gloves." The dad dies of frostbite digging her grave.

I am so going to Hell for giggling at that. :)

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

You and me both. ;)

[moire2.livejournal.com]

::snickers::

I do love your posts.

[random-serious.livejournal.com]

damn, you are witty. And brave. I never could have just walked away and then come back with chips. And the joke. Damn, you win at life. For real.

[raisedbymoogles.livejournal.com]

If I were dying of cancer, you know what I would want my young son to get me for Christmas?

Coedine, that's what. Screw shoes. Smash that piggybank open, Junior, and break out the wibbly eyes to use on total strangers.

(See, how come no one's written that into a Christmas song?)