Special Times with Jack

9 Apr

I just finished crying at my desk.  Weeping, really.  Even Foxy noticed the tears that were streaming down my cheeks.  I tried to hide them but it was too late.  No my eye make-up is all jacked up.  Looks like I haven’t slept in ages-that’s gonna leave a really great impression at my next meeting.

Foxy and I were in my cubicle having a chat when Jack interrupted.  He was holding up an empty box of treats that Foxy had brought in this morning.  Shaking it at us he said,

“Foxy, I’m gonna rip up your box.”

Foxy, Lit’l Smokey, and I immediately exploded into laughter.  The kind that leaves you in tears, unable to breathe, or make any sound. 

God, I’m so mature!

12 Responses to “Special Times with Jack”

  1. Infamous JP April 9, 2008 at 10:25 pm #

    Haha!!! I too am now crying at my desk!!! Thank God I don’t have any type of make-up to jack up.

    I’ve heard stories about your eye liner. -CS

  2. Ginormous Boobs April 9, 2008 at 10:54 pm #

    You’re just crying because Wayne bought your ass.

    Wayne and I are going to have to have a little chat. I’m sick of his shenanigans. -CS

  3. Bob Dobalina April 9, 2008 at 11:15 pm #

    I let you have her when I realized she had a ripped box. I wish I’d know that ahead of time.

    You mean she didn’t tell you right away?? That’s how she introduced herself to me. It went like this: “Hi, I’m GB and I have a ripped box.” -CS

  4. Bob Dobalina April 9, 2008 at 11:21 pm #

    Of course reading comprehension would have helped me see that it was actually Foxy with the box o’ rip.

    I need more coffee.

    At least you figured it out and I didn’t have to sit down with you to show you on the doll. -CS

  5. step right up April 9, 2008 at 11:37 pm #

    Reminds me of the time that I was working in Receiving for a Sport & Game store and I had to open the boxes and boxes of actual urine. Yes, that’s right for all you non-hunters out there, people actually purchase urine of all types of animals for attracting prey. Anyway, somehow I was the lucky one that got to check all the boxes in and open them. The boxes smelled like piss…beeeecaussse it was! I yelled at my fellow coworkers checking in things like camo, “You should smell my box! Come here and smell my box!” Boy, did I get some funny looks and some takers.

    At least you weren’t telling people that your box was stinky and full of pee. -CS

  6. and what did Jack the ripper have to say about his Freudian slip?

    He stared at us for a few seconds and then told us that we were disgusting. -CS

  7. pistols at dawn April 10, 2008 at 12:12 am #

    I used to laugh similarly at references to packages being too big for someone’s box.

    You laugh at that because it’s funny. -CS

  8. the princess April 10, 2008 at 1:43 am #

    that’s a good one! it’s cause a lot of us live with our minds in the gutter most of the time. hope you were able to salvage a little mascara at least to finish off the work day.

    There’s nothing wrong with living in the gutter. -CS

  9. Amadeo April 10, 2008 at 2:41 am #

    Ummm…This may be the only time it’s appropriate to say…we all need to think outside of the box.

    We all need to think about boxes. -CS

  10. SinCity April 10, 2008 at 9:43 am #

    That is absolutely fantastic!!

    I cried at my job on Friday too, but only because my job sucks, not because I have funny people surrounding me who make sexual innuendos.

    Have you ever noticed how similar ‘innuendo’ sounds to “in your end d’oh!”?

    Coincindence? I think not…

    BWAHAHAHA!! “In your end oh!” BWAHAHAHA!! -CS

  11. Ginormous Boobs April 11, 2008 at 2:30 am #

    Um, how dare you all talk about my ripped box. It was an accident and it’s fixed now.

    Glad that the doctors were able to reconstruct your box. -CS

  12. Cosmo April 29, 2008 at 5:02 pm #

    Try saying “Dill Sauce”. I made the waiter repeat it three times… Apparently he LOVES it…

    Ever hear of a cork sucker?

    BWAHAHAHA!! Cork sucker! Good one! -CS

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