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January 12, 2006
Conversations at Work: Volume V
The boss’ secretary recently managed to fall down a flight of stairs and kick her family’s dog in the process. We can't confirm whether alcohol was involved, but we definitely know that the dog ended up losing some of its teeth. Naturally, this became the topic of conversation the other day.
Coworker #2: After all the ill will we’ve hoped for, don’t you guys feel kind of bad about what happened?
Coworker #1: Whoa, whoa, WHOA! That’s an absolutely HORRIBLE thing to say! We NEVER wished ANY ill will on that dog.
One more reason to love my coworkers! (Click on the numbers if you'd like to know reasons 1, 2, 3, and 4).
Comments
I struggle to imagine the staircase spill that would involve kicking your dog in the face hard enough to knock his teef out.
Posted by: The Attractive Nuisance at January 12, 2006 06:12 PM
TEEF!!! HA HA HA!.
Posted by: fermanator at January 13, 2006 09:23 AM
