Muscle bound corruption
Part of my job as temp-bitch is to forward e-faxes along to the person they're suppose to go to. I keep having to send some to a woman named Sara O'Connor except everytime I see her name I have Arnold Schwarzenegger in my head saying "Saaaraaa Chauhnor" like he did in the Terminator. I haven't seen that movie in forever. My brain must be getting back at me for smoking too much weed in college.
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How do you resist saying to her, "Come with me if you want your fax"?
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