Since Father's Day, the
girls at work have been bothering me about having a baby. I'm
4%#^&*!!! for pity's sake. Nevertheless, our boss is pregnant and
a girl on the neighboring admin team is pregnant, so I'm the victim
on our team.
Co-worker X: You'd be a
good mom.
Me: Of course. That's
because I don't have kids.
Co-worker Y: God says to
create and multiply.
Me, creating a paper
airplane: Three times four is twelve.
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