Oh.My.God.
Can the show get any more fabulous?
When it manages to get a tough, muscular, football team to do Beyonce's "Single Ladies" dance, it has me swearing allegiance, if you can't tell already.
And just a little office toilet humour.
See me and this other colleague whom I don't recognise end up in the two-cubicle loo at the same time.
We close the door, pants comes down, pee starts.
After I'm done, and I SWEAR, the other cubicle's occupant was still merrily peeing away. Twice as long as I took, in a steady steam. Towards the end, she even did a couple of crescendos with a series of "pssst" "pssst" "pssst.
That woman was holding in enough liquid to water a football field.
And of course, I had the uncontrollably urge to laugh.
At least I had the decency to rush out of the toilet before bursting into fits.
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