....Unkie Phill's visiting me...

[msfledermaus]

...My friend Phill's last day at work is tomorrow.

(he's poking me right now, the evil little bastard. Quit it!! Now he's trying to put tacks on my stool!!! I ain't standing up, no sirree!)

Someone at work has a birthday--24 years old.(That's so cute!)

Unckie Phill: "Yeah..I remember being that old...My old pal Scabby once made a cake out mashed potatoes when he turned 24..."

Me; "Eew."

(Unckie Phill mutters something unwholesome about Saigon--or was it Singapore?)

Me: "You're a vile little man, Phill."

(Unckie Phill starts rambling about the stripper that was in the mashed potato cake...
and I start making retching noises.)

Me: "Get off my counter!!!EEW!EEW!"

(UnckiePhill rambles some more--something about the stripper in the mashed potato cake being a shipping buddy of his...and something about a diaper. I reeeeallly don't want to hear UnciePhill's Brownie McGuinness Stories again!!!!)

Me: Scuse me a minute...

(there is a brief scuffle)

(UnckiePhill sits on the counter with a mouth covered in clear packing tape.)


Anyway, you can wish him luck ...
over here.


Ms Eff, who will miss having lunch with her friend...but at least her butt is safe from tacks now...