his posse runs deep, my friends.

and my ankle still hurts.

and i can hear the Co-Worker talking to someone and he has that "hey baby, i've seen you naked and i know you liked it" voice.

how. gross. is. that.

al;kdfk;lajsdfa

ew!

alksdjfakdsjfa!

ok. i know that i should be adult about such things.

however.

if you were to meet this guy, you would be thisclose to shoving your finger down your throat in protest of him being naked with ANYONE.

blech.

i don't understand most people's taste. i really really don't.

AND

i didn't find it charming when he referred to that guy's kippa (or yamulke, for the yiddishly inclined) as "a lid" in a dismissive manner, even though my other co-worker found it delightfully funny.

yep, that's the last time i go to lunch with them. or try to cultivate "work relationships"

hahahahahaha

"relationships"

"feelings"