If it weren't for my horse....
Let me start by saying that the girl in the following anecdote is very sweet and nice. Not liking her would be a bit like kicking a puppy (or kitten, if you prefer), a sad orphan one, shivering in the cold, on Christmas Eve. However, we had the following exchange at work a couple of days ago.
Me (to someone else entirely): Don't make me come up there or you will feel my wrath.
Girl: Your rat?
Me: No, wrath. W-R-A-T-H. Wrath.
Girl: Omigod! What is that??? Are you a witch?!?!
*sigh*
Me (to someone else entirely): Don't make me come up there or you will feel my wrath.
Girl: Your rat?
Me: No, wrath. W-R-A-T-H. Wrath.
Girl: Omigod! What is that??? Are you a witch?!?!
*sigh*
posted by Winter @ 10:12 PM
4 Comments:
At 11:33 PM ,
MissE said...
mwahahahahahahahaha!!!
Feel my rat!!!
Fear the rat!
Gotta love it.
At 5:56 AM ,
Anonymous said...
Funny it itself: "kicking a puppy (or kitten, if you prefer)"
Yes, we generally do prefer to kick kittens. Puppies so often bite back.
At 9:46 PM ,
Winter said...
MissE - maybe she thought I had an attack rat?
Mark - lol. Puppies are noisier too eh? All that barking.
At 9:46 PM ,
Winter said...
MissE - maybe she thought I had an attack rat?
Mark - lol. Puppies are noisier too eh? All that barking.
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