Amanda has been kind enough to describe the Ninja Mission on which we embarked, and subsequently, this has left me with a sour taste in my mouth regarding WB. It was, however, one of the most fun Monday nights I've had in a long time, and we have learned that our bladders (namely Amanda's) do not sustain adrenalin situations very well.
Sooooooooooo, since we work together and WB works here as well, there is generally ample opportunity to joke about him. Sometimes, we try to keep track of funny things that happen to us throughout our work day so we can blog about them later. I have a little note on my phone entitled "sorority" (speaking of which, have we explained the name of this blog?? Another time, stay focused) and I was reading them off to Amanda the other day and they consisted of the following:
- WB's lame hair
- starting a blog called wbhowihatetheeletmecounttheways.blogspot.com and posting a pic of WB's dumb hair (but I will spare you because I don't want anyone to commit suicide over how ridiculous his hair has been lately. Tragic though, really)
- amber thinks she's from the future
- ninja mission
- Amanda and I fantasizing about quitting our jobs Jerry McGuire style
- me throwing a hawaiian girl at WB's face
- Amanda Pee Pants (this is actually seperate from the ninja mission bladder issues)
- Amanda started a rumor that I have a lazy eye
- Riki Tiki Timbo
Since Amanda has already been kind enough to describe our ninja mission, I'm going to go ahead and try to tackle WB's hair- which could be an entire post itself, but I'll try to keep it short (I wish WB would do the same- heyo!)
Basically, Senor Work Boyfriend came back from Hawaii with a freakishly dark tan and his locks all aglazed. Amanda put it best when she said, "Under no circumstances should one slick one's hair in any way." And yet, he continues to do so. He has this thick, dark, wavy-ish hair, so because he's slicking it back, it's kinda starting to do this Johnny Bravo thing:
So, there's that.
When I suggested we start a blog called wbhowihatetheeletmecounttheways.blogspot.com, Amanda offered to covertly take a picture of his hair and post it, but I had to draw the line somewhere, readers, because I care about you and I don't want to find out that you had cannonballed off an overpass or slit your wrists in the bathtub. You're welcome.
Honestly? It's kind of never-ending. I was sorting through packages with Amanda and WB had received a small package from a Financial Company and I scoffed and dropped it with the other packages while Amanda shook her head in disgust and said, "It's probably a whore." Man, I love her. This, in turn, reminded me that WB got a present for me in Hawaii, but he hasn't given it to me. I said, "I really hope WB gives me that gift so I can chuck it back in his face and tell him to save his money so he can buy himself a clue!" (For some reason, I find this to be an incredibly cutting insult because I heard a girl say that to this rich girl we went to high school with and I remember sitting in pre-calc and sucking in air really quickly like 'oooh, buuuuurrrn!') Amanda was like, "You know he got you a thong or a threesome or something." And then we discussed how awkward, yet satisfying it would be to throw a Hawaiian girl right at his face.
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