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Wednesday, May 12
'WHY DON'T YOU GO FROM THAT Eb TO D#? SUCK ON THOSE BALLS, HUGO'
The James, everyone.
*I am putting my face into my palm*
I'm going to be completely honest.
I love my job.
Now I'm going to be completely honest-er.
I hate having lunch here.
I bring my lunch to work because it saves money and because I hate eating cheap food. So I always eat in what office culture calls "the break room."
HUGO: *eating*If you're going to say, "...toooo funny," then at least fucking laugh, alright?
Guy comes in.
Girl comes in.
GIRL: Whatcha got there?
HUGO: Roasted chicken on a mushroom creme.
Silence ensues for 3 minutes as Girl heats up her meal.
GUY: Whatcha cooking?
GIRL: Lean Cuisine.
HUGO: *continues eating*
GUY: My sister loves those. Stocks up on them whenever she goes shopping.
GIRL: Yeah, they're great.
Guy and Girl sit at my table.
GUY: Do you watch American Idol?
HUGO: Yeah, but I DVR it. I'm, like, 3 weeks behind.
GIRL: Wasn't that little kid terrible last night?
GUY: Yeah, awful. I wonder if he's hit puberty.
GIRL: ...toooo funny.