Chocolate Covered Grossness
This is proof that chocolate does NOT, in fact, go well with everything. This is almost as gross as salmon cream cheese on cinnamon raisin toast.
This is proof that chocolate does NOT, in fact, go well with everything. This is almost as gross as salmon cream cheese on cinnamon raisin toast.
HA HA! My newest edition to the Tater Temple:
The NPR Junky Housing Establishment (otherwise known as the Cat Ranch) proudly welcomes Pirate Tater to our ever growing numbers.
Witness the results when NPR Buddy and I are both in-house and bored, at the same time.
I received the following over my cube wall from NPR Buddy after reading a funny email from my manager:
And the plane details:
The inside of the first plane read “My comp is crashing/So am I/I want Starbucks/I want vacation.” So, I decided to take pity on him and send NPR Buddy on a cruise:
The HMS Screwball is now prominently displayed on NPR Buddy’s cube wall.
Last weekend, I attended a client meeting in Orlando where it seemed Rose from the Golden Girls had decorated my hotel room:
I can confirm that all the rooms looked like this. The rest of the hotel was just lovely, though.
Found while on a US Air flight back from Somewhere, USA:
Perhaps “Non-Dairy” means something different to these people. I’m just sayin’…
*Sorry about the poor quality of the image, y’all*
There is nothing so nice as asking a friend to cheer you up and tell you about their office and receving a video guided tour of their office via email moments later. That was the coolest thing I’ve seen all week.
Warning: this site is probably NSFW.
NPR Buddy and I were goofing off with his new TV tonight and we stumbled across this show.
This is the BEST. SHOW. EVER. We could only stomach watching two contestants, but the second guy, De De, blew my mind with his amazing chicken-like movements.
I have NEVER seen anything like this, and am serious in my newfound great love for Pants-Off Dance-Off. NPR Buddy and I wholeheartedly agree that women are probably much better at this (and more fun to look at) than men. But wow. What a concept! When a site proclaims “Think of the Pants-Off Dance-Off Hall of Fame as Valhalla for naked weirdos.” you KNOW you’re in for a good time.
Remember the Lost Boy? He’s back. The following email was received today:
Hey NPR Junky,
It’s the Lost Boy, we dated last May. I just wanted to let you know that there isn’t a week that has gone by that I don’t think of you. I really miss you. I’m sorry you felt the way you did about me and how things turned out. I have to admit that I was surprised that your voice mail said to not call you anymore. I was hurt, but I’ve since healed. If there was ever someone that I really felt a connection with it was you. I loved you with all that I had in me, and I guess it wasn’t enough, I’m sorry I couldn’t do more, but I gave all that I had. I hope things are going well for you and that you are enjoying life. I’m trying, but I haven’t dated anyone since we broke up. Things are well with my school, and my construction job. I guess you are still flying all over the country visiting sites? I still think of the most incredible weekend we had in SC. It will live with me the rest of my life. I don’t think I could ever have that great of time again. Well I won’t hold you up, I’m sure you are very busy. If you feel the need I’d love to hear from you and to hear how things are going. I’m half afraid of the e-mail I might get back, please don’t be mad. I’m just trying to mend a friendship/relationship that I really miss. Keep on living life with no regrets.
The Lost Boy
Yep. Good lord and butter, people. Sometimes there really are no words. (And I mean this in a “he has a very fragile grasp on reality” kind of way. The THA’s status as my steady sweetie is not in jeopardy here, by any stretch.)
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