Earlier today, I had a conversation with our Decision Scientist (coolest title ever) about the article we had both read in the Times about how President Obama likes Honest Tea, the same brand of bottled organic tea that we like. When I got back to my desk and realized how ridiculous that all sounded- the liberal media, the organic tea I learned to love at the Bo', and the golden boy new president, I cursed myself a little. Then I went to lunch at O'Natural (tastes like it sounds), where I bumped into Zvi and we talked graduate schools. Now I just want to throw up.
The only thought keeping it all down is that of Young Bo' bladder. I think she's just saying ridiculous things today to make me quote her:
Young Bo': My kiwi bladder is so unhappy today.
Young Bo': I think my left wrist is anorexic.
Young Bo': Now, we use nice words about Big People. NiceDoc is a big person.
(The last one is a response to what I said to Zvi when I bumped into him at O'Naturals with NiceDoc in tow. Zvi greeted me with a customarily warm "Hey, loser." To which I instinctively replied, "Hey, wuss." Then I realized that I was there with NiceDoc, who was unaccustomed to such coarse language. And then I spent 30 seconds debating whether I should introduce him as Doctor Nice or just Nice. Thus completely ruining the nice lunch and goodwill with my awkwardity and insult. Good going, Me.)
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