“GIVE ME YOUR NAKED PICTURES!”
Screeched my boss. On my last day.
Don’t worry friends, he isn’t lusting over me. Even if he was, soooo don’t want to know. *thinks of happy things, like ponies and fairies and 3 minutes of Part 2 Awkward.
Here’s how I got my boss screeeching that at 4:50pm :
M* : I made a new twitter friend! See, I have actual friends now, unlike you. You’ve got IMAGINARY friends.
D : Oh, do you now.
M* : Yes. And my friend offered to send me a tank top that he designed caused I practiced some link loving! Isn’t that sweet?
D : Wait, how’d you meet this friend?
M* : We both practice Bikram Yoga. And follow each other on Twitter.
D : Uh, and he’s sending you the top. To your house.
M* : No, he’s sending it to an orphan in Namibia. No shit, Watson.
D : Well see, now that he knows where you live, one day he’s gonna come over and stalk you and say : GIVE ME YOUR NAKED PICTURES!
M* : AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! 😯 But, people who practice Bikram Yoga aren’t crazies.
D : Says who? Just look at what I have to deal with in the office.
M* : 😀