The Consequences of Being a Twenty-something Professional

I just had a meeting with my boss during which she handed me a piece of paper and told me to make a copy then give it back to her. And then she said, “and hide the evidence!” And that is when I wanted to yell “and place the dick behind your head! The police is comin’ its code 10!” (or code red, always forget the correct lyric there)

It was all very similar to my “Fck Penis” episode mentioned in a previous post except I was not in the confines of my home but rather MY BOSSES OFFICE.

For those of you who are confused at the moment, what I wanted to yell were the lyrics to an interlude from the Dr. Dre CD Chronic 2001 aka the best CD ever made by man. (PS what is up with rap CDs having interludes? And why do the interludes always have to be so dirty and sexy?)

So now I am walking around my office with a gay smile on my face thinking about how funny it would have been if I actually wouldn’t have been able to control it and just shouted that to her. What would she have done? Fired me? Smiled and said “ackrite bitch”? (OMG that would have been awesome)

Chances are, not. Am I still smiling? Oh yes. So, funny.