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Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Where did the fucking toolbar shit go? Googleblogger????

This entry looks font fucked because the googleblogger toolbar and keyboard shortcuts have vanished. Bastards!

Back to the Grind
Today it was back to work. No more China, Notorious Lors, slide shows, casseroles, dirty dancing, Frisbee tossing (this is stupid any time of year), flat ironed hair-dos, slothy-fat-ass after-church Perkins crowd, or any of that shit. It was the same ol’ reference desk, candy dish (but in a new location!), annoying questions, and all the typical weirdos – with the exception of Perv #1 who is officially banned from the Library. The Drooler was there in his “summer” attire: “white” oxford shirt, black pants rolled up (in winter they are down), flip flops and black suspenders. His drooling bodily noises are exactly the same every season. As a matter of fact, the Drooler was my second entry on this blog back in June 2005. I complained about his outfit and strange bodily noises back then just like I do today.

Notorious Lors’ week of fun ‘n frolic
Lors and I had fun hanging out – like we always do. We did lots of house stuff – rearranging shit, buying shit, deleting shit - partying with the peeps, party boating, grotto visiting, cheese eating, Chappelle watching, Croatian talking, Serb talking, shitting, antiquing, Waupacaing, laughing, drinking and sleeping. She was a cheese curd virgin, but no more. And like any normal person, she could live without them for the rest of her life. We also laughed about one of the most disgusting vegetables/fruits on the planet – Rhubarb. This “civil war” vegetable has no allure whatsoever. It’s bitter tasting celery – and isn’t celery bad enough? Why try to make it into something it’s not – sweet gelatinous guu? Yucksville. It should be eradicated from the planet.

T-shirt contest
Cast your vote for the best t-shirt text graphic or add your own in the comment section (thanks to TC and PSM for suggestions):
 Fudge, American Style
 Closeted fudge lover
 EVERYONE LOVES FUDGE!
 Booty called
 Booty Call Hotline: 699-6969
 Honk if you’re within arm’s reach.
 Firecrotch crackwhore
 Deliveries in rear
 I love NJ (the love would be the heart symbol like I love NY)
 Fudge pops on sale
 Have you hugged a lesbian today?
 Vegetables are people too
 Strangers have the best candy

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Okay, I'm sold on "Firecrotch Crackwhore." -N

7/11/2007

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah, you're in a bad way, missy. Maybe if D had brought you a 40 when he dropped in on you at the library yesterday you would have seemed happier to see him? Nah...that's happened before. Hmmm...we're going to have to come up with a way to give you a new experience at work.

I can't choose one of these t-shirt slogans. I think we should just get busy making these things up. D does amazing work with puff paint or we could have them printed. Let's get busy creating the Web site first, though. Always the Web site first! What should we call these things? Offensive T-Shirts You Will Love? Wait...Biblio Fashion!

By the way, it was fun meeting Lors. She has better manners than all of us put together.

7/11/2007

 
Blogger BibFash said...

I knew you'd like "firecrotch crackwhore," N. You can thank my friend, PSM for that one.

Other N - we can't possibly start a website selling t-shirts! Good god, woman. There are 18 gazillion web sites selling titillating and fudgy t-shirts. Work? I just want out. Period. But that's not going to happen, so I need to keep thinking about how to gain some web fame.

7/11/2007

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Who said anything about selling them?

7/16/2007

 

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