I got an egg sandwich from the little deli outside the CNN building and as usual the guy only cut my sandwich half-way through leaving the bottom piece of bread in tact forcing me to rip the sandwich in half like some sort of animal.
And I said white, not wheat. White. Wheat. White. Wheat. Then the lady at the cash register gave me attitude because I couldn't decipher her broken English.
I think for the rest of the day I will leave random consonants off random words as I speak.
And I'll do it in my kick-ass, awesome fake British accent.
Most likely, I'll not do any of that and just stay in my office with the door shut. (I need to drink some beer this Friday. Who's with me?)
2 comments:
Friday? I'm not sure you'll last that long. I mean, you had an Old Style last night. BTW, you should set up a "lemonade stand" outside our door...but sell the cans of Old Style instead. You could make a killing.
You can count on my steel! And by steel I mean beer.
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