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[apocalypsos]

I know there's something seriously wrong with me because today I was bored out of my skull at work and found myself wondering if Navin Johnson ever wrote fanfiction based on the phone book.

Everybody who gets that joke can share my paste with me. I've decided it tastes best on Tostitos.

EDIT: Today, Bosslady told me I reminded her of Michelle from the first American Pie. Somehow, while my brain tried to decide whether or not that was a compliment, I managed not to blurt out, "Um, I played the clarinet."

Considering where that imagery could have led the conversation, I think I deserve a medal.

Comments

[frogmajick.livejournal.com]

Heh, I think paste smells kinda minty. My ex-husband thought it tasted minty too.

Hmm, I'm formulating a cunning plan to make paste juleps. I wonder if there's a market for that type of thing?

[altoidsaddict.livejournal.com]

It could be worse. Your husband could have told you that you remind him of the Choir Priss from the same movie.

He backpedaled when I told him that Mena Suvari is little more than a tall gelfing with tits, but the damage was done.

[muffytaj.livejournal.com]

mmm, paste.

Seriously though, never ever mention you play an insturment if it isn't drums or guitar...maybe piano. But not always piano.

You get the weirdest looks.

[robyn-ma.livejournal.com]

'the phone books are here! i am...somebody.' :)

[theliel.livejournal.com]

*snigger* i have an ex that played the clarinet, i'd occasoinally hear the band director talk about how he wanted to see more bobing when they tounge;)

[ktmobile.livejournal.com]

Reed... ow.