The office antics happened, yet again.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8o3nD_ggfKI&feature=youtu.be
Kanye West – Can’t Tell Me Nothin’
It was too funny not to download from his site and share here…
Penis For Lunch
Now that will get your attention for sure! Some prankster hacked into a flashing electronic road sign and changed it to read “PENIS FOR LUNCH” instead of “ROAD CONSTRUCTION AHEAD” on Route 1. Please don’t arrest this person. This person is funny. Apparently a lot of other people thought so, too, since the authorities didn’t find out until later yesterday afternoon.
One transportation rep said, “Some people might see it as a joke, but this is a road that is traveled on by families and children and there are some people that don’t find it funny.” Maybe because the sign is next to a Toys ‘R’ Us. Oops.
All we’re saying is that the rep should feel lucky the sign didn’t display a Mooninite. News outlets were a little shy when discussing the sign. Fox 25 didn’t think the public couldn’t handle the word “PENIS,” so they blurred it out. Even the Herald, which can be as gory and as naughty as it pleases sometimes, called “PENIS” a “certain part of the male anatomy.”
‘Autographed’ Weedeater CD
Last Friday when I went to the Weedeater show, they were selling God Luck and Good Speed before it’s release date… so I had Dixie sign it. Yes, those are bite marks…
I should have played hookey today…
I really don’t want to relive any of today… but I figured I’d write in here for later self amusement.
Today, plain and simple, has sucked. And it’s only 4pm. I’ll also preface this with the simple fact that I’m physically fine, so don’t worry.
Now… I got hit, again. Yes, really. I was crossing Broadway, and got hit by a car… well, a truck. The drive had ran a red light, knowingly because I got the ‘white walking man’ light before he had even started to go through. The fucker was impatient. But, the noise of my knuckles and rings being hit by the truck sounded like me PUNCHING the truck to the driver. Who proceeded to stop, get out, start yelling at me asking me what what the fuck I was doing in the crosswalk, and then punching his truck. Before I know it, he’s now punched me in the face, and hopped in car, and drove off. Thankfully, this was the middle of the day, on one of the busiest downtown streets in New York City. I have two witnesses who saw the entire thing. We got the license plate number as well. Better still, the cops who showed up, well, we have a mutual friend. Nice. They were very helpful and gave me all the paperwork.
Still… I can’t believe, I got hit by a car (again) AND punched in the face for no reason (again). Worse even still, there wasn’t even any provocation from myself physically or verbally. I was just answering questions and wanting to get on my way. Idiot.
Then I had to walk out of the meeting at work due to personal differences. Lovely.
What else does this day hold for me, I wonder.
