Two Clowns is universally disliked in the office, even by the other managers, a group she has deluded herself into believing she belongs. Proof of this was amply proffered this afternoon, when Jacques (who is French Canadian) approached Princess Anne at the reception desk and indicated Two Clowns's south-facing office with a jerk of his head.
"'Ow does she stand it in dere wit' da 'eater on?" he asked, sotto voce. "It's gotta be so 'ot!"
And it's true. Perhaps because she is really a reptile cleverly disguised as a person, Two Clowns's office is always Saharan in temperature, even in August. It's a lot like gorillas in the mist, really.
Princess Anne shrugged, and Jacques shook his head in bewilderment.
"God," he said. "It's a good t'ing she doesn't wear leather pants. She'd smell like a burning clutch!"
Laughed. My. Ass. Right. Off.
"'Ow does she stand it in dere wit' da 'eater on?" he asked, sotto voce. "It's gotta be so 'ot!"
And it's true. Perhaps because she is really a reptile cleverly disguised as a person, Two Clowns's office is always Saharan in temperature, even in August. It's a lot like gorillas in the mist, really.
Princess Anne shrugged, and Jacques shook his head in bewilderment.
"God," he said. "It's a good t'ing she doesn't wear leather pants. She'd smell like a burning clutch!"
Laughed. My. Ass. Right. Off.
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She's a burning bush, she's a burning fire, she's a bleeding VOLCANO!!! ;P
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