Did you know there’s a town in Alaska called Deadhorse? Well, there is. They were discussing it on NPR yesterday because of the BP pipeline issues. Why would somebody ever want to name a city that? No way that’s good for tourism.
What’s next? A city called EEK? Just kidding. That’s a very apt name for a city.
PUT A LAMPSHADE ON YOUR HEAD
My annual department outing for work is this afternoon.
Just a second ago one of my co-workers walked by and said, “Is it noon yet?”
“No joke!” I replied.
Afterwards, I reached up to scratch my nose and realized there was a booger hanging out. NOT FUNNY. I don’t think that’s happened to me since sixth grade.
We’re all going to spend the afternoon betting on horses here. I truly am excited (primarily because I’m the one that planned it). In my opinion the fact that we’ll be spending our afternoon boozing* and gambling/carousing while we should be working makes it all feel naughty/clandestine/more fun. In the past we’ve always just played golf.
*We get two drink tickets.
Since arriving at work this morning I’ve been trying to talk everybody into throwing in a few dollars and placing a bet on the horse with the worst odds. If the horse wins, we’ll walk away thousandaires.**
**That’s my sales pitch.
If I owned a racehorse, I think I’d name him Rasputin. Have you read about how the real Raputin died? They stabbed, poisoned then shot him, and when that didn’t kill him, they tossed him in a river. I’d want these ‘never-say-die’ qualities to be present in my racehorse’s personality. Or, if they weren't, I'd at least want to advertise my horse as having those qualities.
- Expert horsE booKie
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I don't think I saw any firfighters, though it's certainly possible. I spent a lot of time at the bar.
Sorry. Firefighters. I blame that spelling error on my computer. It's out to get me.
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