“I just don’t think I could live without pudding.”– D at lunch yesterday. No one was talking about anything remotely pudding-esque, but I admire her devotion.
“It’s like 2 big pepperonis on a plain cheese pizza.” -P commenting on the sight of T’s big man nipples. He refuses to wear a t-shirt under his white dress button down shirts. Isn’t that a rule of some sort? Wasn’t that in the men’s handbook they all get? Page 3: Register for the draft, learn how to drive a straight drive, and for Pete’s sake wear an undershirt!
“Phew- she should really do something about that chest hair.”– D (again- she’s witty!) on co-worker R as she passed by in yet another v-neck. Seriously, someone needs to sit that woman down and just have at her with some Nair. Or at the very least, some strong packing tape.
Bless Your Heart 