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According to my wonderful co-worker Jeanette, Fried Twinkies are the work of the Devil.
After she told me that, I busted out with
"And boy was the Devil working on your colon"
in response to her body's rejecting of the fatty-suggary-evilness of Fried Twinkies.
We then proceeded to laugh for a good minute...we were very fortunate that we stopped laughing as a customer pulled in--you definately aren't reassured that your money is safe if your tellers are laughing like heyenas (or mental patients).
After she told me that, I busted out with
"And boy was the Devil working on your colon"
in response to her body's rejecting of the fatty-suggary-evilness of Fried Twinkies.
We then proceeded to laugh for a good minute...we were very fortunate that we stopped laughing as a customer pulled in--you definately aren't reassured that your money is safe if your tellers are laughing like heyenas (or mental patients).
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Date: 2006-08-22 09:56 pm (UTC)Look at what ever paper/form they give you, look up, and smile as widely and creepily as you can, not blinking but looking like you wanna laugh. It scares the shit out of my friend
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