So the VP of our department just came back from an all-morning meeting with a huge bag of McDonald’s and a chocolate milkshake. I had to run away from him due to the greasy French fry smell. He is so mean that he ran into my office and swung the bag around, the better to disseminate the smell.
“You are a sick, SICK man!” I screamed at him.
I don’t have the relentless nausea anymore, but certain smells just make me want to hurl.
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"The thought of it is making me ill," she said as she reached in for another spoonful of her lunch - maraconi and cheese WITH tater tots.
You just made me snort hot coffee out of my nose.
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