So, I am sitting in my office eating my lunch at my desk today, when in comes a co-worker of mine. She is nice, friendly, sweet, and above-all screams 'I'm a goodie-goodie'. I got no problems with her though.

She asks me if I wanted to go out for a walk with her for lunch at some park nearby. I hate my job, and an excuse to get out is always a good thing, so I say sure.

We get about half-way to the park when she asks me 'do you like to party?'

Now, normally, I know what that means, but coming from her, I'm thinking she means 'I have a BBQ this weekend with some friends. Wanna come?' So I'm like 'yeah, I like to party.'

"Oh cool!" she says, and procedes to pull out 2 HUGE joints, wonderfully rolled. Hands me one, and we partied for lunch.

The darnest things happen at an office full of (I thought) dweebs.

oh, you're still a fucking dweed.

just because you smoke weed doesn't negate the fact that you're a cock-knocker.

and now you've proven that you're an even BIGGER dipshit for thinking it makes you cool.

um. . . if I thought smoking pot was cool. . . oh nevermind. what's the point?



I'm too buzzed to really care at this point.

You ever see the back of a twenty dollar bill...on weed, man?

It may have been cool back in '79 or whenever the hell Rush was cool. I'm not old enough to remember.

Quote-fucker-upper!

There's like, this guy, and he's in the bushes man. . . Red Team Go! Red Team Go!

i hear that pot can make you paranoid and subconciously want to kill yourself.


THE COPS ARE AFTER YOU!

YOU BETTER KILL YOURSELF!

THE COPS ARE AFTER YOU!

YOU BETTER KILL YOURSELF!

THE COPS ARE AFTER YOU!

YOU BETTER KILL YOURSELF!

If subliminal messages could actually make people kill themselves, you'd be dead a long, long time ago.

don't bother with the subliminal messages.

just keep up the good work of posting boring, idiotic babble.


i might just kill myself so I wouldn't have to read it anymore.

Doesn't boring idiotic babble sum up the entire lounge?

Why should I be any different?

But if it raises your chance of offing yourself, I'll try to be extra motivated to post some more.

But you are different.

You're uncharacteristically gentle and kind.

Freak.

cept when he's making really poor attempts at insulting me.

but i guess i don't know if that's actually unkind.....more like sad.

hehehehehe


hahahaha

giggle

fucking STONER!!!!


aloha, Mr. Hand!

but, wouldn't that make this 'Our Time'?

It might not make you cool,
but it is nice now and then. Goes well with absinthe (which doesn't make you cool either).

If it's THE RIGHT absinthe , it does so, DAMNIT!!!

Just say no.

NOOOOOOO!

Jeebus, Lars, how much did you smoke? Even Ronnie won't hit that.

Of course he wouldn't...it's his Mother. What kind of sick family are you from, Skeets?

You've met my sick family.

I haven't met your mother.

She ain't Nancy Reagan.



(I can't see a way out of this discussion of my mom, so can we drop it before CG gets here?)

I wouldn't worry about CeeGee...your Mom is still alive.

And cheap, but not that cheap.
'Course, I get the Frequent Flier discount.

That costs extra.