Yesterday, I went into my Editor-in-Cheif's office to follow-up about that raise that I asked for two months ago. She gave me the run-around, said she had asked for it from the powers that be, and was waiting on an answer. Basically, she fed me a load of bullshit. Little did I know that I was trying to hold my ground and defend my right for more money with my fly totally open.
Yes, it was an embarrassing moment for ol' Elle Cue, and yes, I saw my editor-in-chief looking towards the general area of my pants, but I thought the glances were signs of mere admiration foor my very chic shirt, so I didn't really pay any attention, until I left the office, went back to my cubicle, and realized my zipper was all the way down, and my jeans were bunched up in the front. Humiliating, yes. But now I think that my editor-in-chief probably thinks I'm crazy, and that's probably a good thing, cause maybe she'll think twice about dicking me around, cause maybe she knows I'll do something insane, like come to work with my shirt buttoned just a little too low, and expose my tits or something. Yeah, I think my little mishap just might work out for me.
Who am i kidding. Look at what an open fly has done for Bush.
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hey, you got a liscense to sell hotdogs mister?
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