Just got a job. I have to wear a uniform.
Now, I understand that the Uniform is designed to help visitors associate you with an organization so that they can easily spot you in a crowd if your assistance is required, but there's some sort of identity crisis I go through when I'm forced to wear one. (ya I know, poor middle class me)
The only Uniform I enjoyed wearing was my firefighting uniform, mostly because fire-resistant-baggy-blue pants that dry quickly are actually quite comfortable (the shirt not so much) - I still have a borrowed pair or two kicking around, you know, just in case I return.
Mel, remember the time that you got really drunk and then admitted that you had this burning desire for the loins of Big Jim? Something about "I'll show him c*&ks%cker"?
Yah, that was funny.
(Lindsay's attempt at making sure there was a topic about Mel in here)
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kate - it is the place. thank you. yes it is too bad about mel. Perhaps if mel sobered up and could actually focus and thus see big jim, she might reconsider her desires to rip a uniform off Big Jim thus exposing his loins. However I have seen the looks she gives him when he's not looking...
ipooforjesus - she is. you should see her in the morning...even better than the night before.
OK. listen. we need to discuss
1- things about me (while SOBER)
2 - things we've done TOGETHER
I know this doesn't leave much.
Hmmm... trying to think back though of when I could have confessed my love... when was this? I guess I could have a yearning for a man who has his own poo blog... who wouldn't... but then this confession would have haved proceeded the poo-jim phase.... hippy-jim I didn't talk to much... utili-kilt-jim was kinda sassy I guess and gay-hockey-red-thong-wearing-jim was not that much of a contender... hmmm...
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