As I get older, I swear I'm actually getting mentally younger.
Work has been intensely exciting to go to, as my assistant and I have been having way too much fun. We came up with our own "language" to talk to each other in, and my boss has officially given up in trying to decipher what the heck we're talking about. All she says now is, "There's something wrong with you guys."
We both have this weird obsession with iCarly. Everything we say revolves around iCarly. Here's an example of one of our conversations today...
"Let's watch iCarly and then have an iPillow fight and drink too much iWine and then come into work tomorrow with really bad iHangovers."
Ok ... this is just embarrassing.
In all seriousness. Work has actually been really fun. I can honestly say that I enjoy going. I get paid loot to literlly laugh for nine hours a day about furbys, bald eagles wearing Rhianna styled wigs, howling like werewolves, having dance parties in our shop to terrible pop songs, and rapping my whitest white girl raps, replacing every 1 syllable word to "Tom", my assistant's name.
In all of our fun and games, I've started coming to work with "a joke a day" for Tom. They're purposely really, really terrible. So, I thought I'd bring a bad joke a day to my blog. Because it's just too funny.
What do you call something that sits at the bottom of the ocean and twitches?
A nervous wreck!
Haaaaaa
Today was a good day, kidz.
Current Listen: Movies - Alien Ant Farm
