Sometimes things are just perfect.

I got in to work Friday and was accosted by the back-up receptionist, who was, in a word, poinging. “Guesswhatguesswhatguesswhat?”

“What?”

Says the actual receptionist, from behind her desk: “I’m pregnant.”

Maybe this explains her diagnosis of me.

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2 Responses to Sometimes things are just perfect.

  1. dink says:

    that was retarded

  2. lovely says:

    retarded isnt the word. that was spaz

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