The year 2016 gets a lot of hate, but it was awfully good to me. Click the pic and check it out!
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“It’s SO much more than a bag…”
Hey, if anyone is interested in living out the Rowan Atkinson jewelry store scene from Love, Actually, go buy a Sephora gift card in the Kenwood Mall. I’m fairly certain the bags and decorations I’m carrying are worth more than the money I put on the card.
The guy behind the counter put the gift card in a decorative bag inside another decorative bag. After he added two perfectly shaped decorative sprouts of tissue paper – different colors and patterns, of course – he then insisted upon placing everything in a third decorative bag for my carrying convenience. I was content at that point to stand back and just see how many more flourishes he would add. It was kind of mesmerizing.
Fra-GEE-lay
This year for Christmas I gave my entire office the soft glow of electric sex.
Wrap
Pro Tip: Under no circumstances should you EVER take an extended medical leave if you sit right next to me in the office. I will make you regret that surgery.
Not a creature was stirring, not even his mouse.
In case you were wondering how many rolls of Disney Princess wrapping paper it takes to completely cover a full size office chair, the answer is three. It takes three rolls.
We were asked why we didn’t wrap the Keurig. It’s because it doesn’t belong to the victim. Also because we are all severely addicted to caffeine. Coffee > pranks.
My coworker and fellow vandal Robert did one hell of a job on the phone. Robert also removed each memo, reminder, delivery menu, and Justin’s beloved 2016-2017 NFL schedule, wrapped them each individually, then pinned them back in place. The kid’s got potential.
It’s just so pretty…
It’s impossible to see in these pictures, but the thing I’m most proud of is individually wrapping each push pin then sticking them back in the wall. That and the floor mat.
This was well worth staying a couple of hours late last night.
Oh, and we’ve already got someone ready to go on the video. Expect a post some time Monday. And if any of you out there need help with a coworker’s office, call me. I have lots of free time and leftover princess paper.
Wagon
Got up early Christmas morning and built a little metal wagon for my niece. Most awesome, uncliest feeling ever.
People like listening to me because of the interesting word usements I structure.
“…in her pretty cabinet.”
Drew Rosenhaus
So immediately after Santa delivers the toys, he sends Rudolph – who is a CHILD, by the way – back out into the horrible blizzard BY HIMSELF so he can eventually cross a vast desert and ride a time traveling whale to a dinosaur island to find the baby New Year, who has been abducted by an evil giant monster bird in an attempt to stop time and achieve immortality? Are you fucking kidding me?? He’s a baby reindeer with a light up nose, not the fucking X-Men! Santa Claus is a dick.
Also, after saving his fat ass, Santa not only made Rudolph work on Christmas, but made him work out of town in places where his life was in danger. That fat bastard needs a beatdown. What an asshole.
I’ve seen suggestions that the reindeer unionize, but I respectfully disagree. Rudolph needs to go free agent. Break away from Kringle and those eight dirt bag reindeer who held him down. Any number of the big holiday players would snatch him up in an instant. The Jews have been needing a big Hanukkah star for about 5000 years now. Rudolph The Hanukkah Reindeer? Any good PR man could make that work. And Rudolph could be rolling in some sweet holiday shekels. It’s a win-win.
I feel it in my fingers. I feel it in my toes…
“Hiya, kids. Here is an important message from your Uncle Bill: don’t buy drugs. Become a pop star, and they give you them for free.”
I’d love to tell you I watch Love, Actually once a year, but when Christmastime rolls around I end up watching it about a dozen times. Every second Rowan Atkinson is on screen is pure magic. I eat chocolates with a goofy ass smile on my face and shake my ass during the Prime Minister’s dance scene. And I say in my head, “Dude, go after her!” every time the writer watches his housekeeper walk away, and it always breaks my heart just a little. Basically I turn into a big hairy girl for about an hour and a half.
“Oh, this isn’t a bag, sir… This is SO much more than a bag…”
“Okay, Dad. Let’s do it. Let’s go get the shit kicked out of us by love.”
“There was more than one lobster present at the birth of Jesus?”
If you look for it…
“Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed. But I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge. They were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love, actually, is all around.”
Love, Actually
“Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed. But I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge. They were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love, actually, is all around.”