While at work, I enlisted the help of a coworker to get a phone number I needed. She, as sweet as she always is, happily complied with my request. After a few minutes, she got on instant messenger to give me the number, and the following exchange ensued:
ok so the number is ***-***-**** and I only had to talk to one elf, one snowman and a secret ninja warrior to get it... .so it better be right
Me:
lol
Innocent Coworker:
why are you laughin?
Innocent Coworker:
i'm serious
Innocent Coworker:
if santa had been available I would have got it much sooner but he's really busy this time of year
Me:
I thought I sent him into the ground ages ago
Innocent Coworker:
that was you?
Me:
yep
Innocent Coworker:
you know that puts you on the naughty list?? right?
Me:
the list went down with the ship
Me:
why do you think I did it to begin with?
Innocent Coworker:
not nice
Me:
nobody stands in the way of progress. Progress has a tendency to run people over
Me:
Santa Claus and his silly little reindeer are no exception
Me:
:-O
Innocent Coworker:
:-|
6 comments:
mostly...santa just freaks me out. i mean, really... where i come from, when a guy wearing a disguise comes into you house and steals your cookies after dark... you at the very least call the police...if you don't come out with a bat...
i'm just saying....
He's pushing up daisies thanks to yours truly. You've got nothing to worry about this year. It takes him at least 12 months to reincarnate, from my understanding.
I am risen.
:)
That's just too funny.
Lump of coal for you, my dear boy. Lump of coal. Plucked fresh from my moist, earthen resting place.
Oh oh! I want a lump a zombie coal too!
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