So in between manually entering survey data...one survey at a time...my mind came up with a few different ways to keep from atrophying. They are as follows:
1.) In French 202, my last semester of French (which, by the way, was taught by a woman whose native language was Chinese...), my classmate and I drew dirty pictures to distract ourselves from learning how to say things like "cow" and "horse" in French. She reminded me of that today...and now I feel I must find them. We drew a large penis in vacation gear...and a very busty trailer house wife whose nightie was giving her equally as man-boob-busty and trailer-y hubby quite the two-dimensional boner.
2.) Apparently, to the senior citizen community, some of our theatre's past plays were dirty:
...either that, or they're referring to the fact that they don't use the Internet for porn...if only they had a computer...
3.) While getting coffee, I realized that my sugar has a first name, it's C-O-R-Y. Which immediately made me think of bologna, which also has a first name. It's O-S-C-A-R. Then I vaguely remembered dating a guy who called his schvanz "Oscar." I kicked myself for forgetting that one...
4.) The company that prints our letterheads gave us desk calendars. Their logo is a hot air balloon...and the guy riding in the basket really looks like Buddah.
5.) I hope the soap that I accidentally drank with my morning coffee (I rushed to wash my travel mug as I left the house...whoops) doesn't give me a raunchy case of gut rot later.
Back to the surveys...
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