Conversation between me and DiscoJamboree in my office this week:
DJ: Oh my god. What’s with your voice?
Me: I’m sick. I know. I sound like I’ve been smoking camels, straight.
Me: Yeah, like, I rip the filters off?
DJ: Why wouldn’t you just buy the unfiltered ones?
Me: They make unfiltered ones?
DJ: Yeah. But you’d kind of already outted yourself as not being a smoker when you referred to smoking them “straight“.
Me: I’m pretty sure that’s what you call it.
DJ: No. You call it “unfiltered”.
Me: Oh. I think you can say “straight” too.
DJ: No. No you can’t.
Me: Or EXTREME!
DJ: Extreme smoking? No. Besides, you don’t smell nearly bad enough to be a smoker.
Me: Wait…what do you mean “nearly“?
Me: Like, why did you have to qualify it with “nearly“? What are you saying?
DJ: You are insane and I’m leaving.
Me: Wait! Do you have any razor blades that you could give me?
DJ: Yeah. That’s pretty much the last thing that I would ever give you.
Me: Only if I did it correctly.
DJ: What’s the hell is wrong with you?
Me (pointing behind me): Actually I just want to open my windows. They’re painted shut.
DJ: We’re on the 18th floor. I’m not going help you open your window on the 18th floor. That’s like me leaving you with a bottle of cyanide. Or a footbath with a toaster nearby.
Me: I’m not gonna jump. I’ve just been obsessed with opening the windows in my office for the last year. They have latches so they must have opened at one time before 50 years of paint got slapped on them. I almost had one chiseled out but then someone pushed a file cabinet in front of it. Possibly they were trying to protect me from myself.
DJ: Wait. Is that why this latch looks all gnawed up?
Me: I’d been working on it during lunch hours, like a prison break. My only concern is that I don’t see any hinges anywhere so I’m kinda afraid that when I open it, the whole window will just fall out into the street and then that would be hard to explain.
DJ: You mean that you’ve created a wind-tunnel on the 18th floor?
Me: I was thinking more in terms of the pedestrians on the street, but yeah, that wind tunnel thingy sounds bad too. It’d be like a vacuum and all this rain would be pouring in on me and I’ll be typing and acting like “What? What’s everyone looking at?”
DJ: Like you hadn’t noticed that you were soaking wet and papers were flying all over the place until someone pointed it out.
DJ: You’re awesome.
Me: Well, you’re awesome too. Even though you won’t give me cyanide.
DJ (pointing at me as he walks away): Cyanide’s not going to help you open the window, buckaroo. And now you’re busted. Fat chance of getting the razorblades from me now.
Me: I’M NOT TRYING TO KILL MYSELF!
My boss down the hall: What?!
Me: Oh nothing.
Comment of the day: I can’t even imagine your personnel file. New entry: “Jenny wants a razor blade and cyanide; denies trying to kill herself. Have supply bring up another filing cabinet.” ~Mary
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I laughed out loud 14 times reading this. I know because I started keeping tally after I’d done it twice. And wondered why my laughs are so short and sporadic.
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oh my crazy goodness! that was freakin’ hysterial. i can only imagine the people working with you. you sound like you put the “fun” in dysfunctional! i love that!
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Freaking hilarious! Come to Vegas and we’ll see if we can bust open the hotel windows from the 2094th floor.
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I think I would go crazy working in a building where the windows didn’t open. I need air, fresh air. It is hot and humid in Houston though so maybe that is why they don’t want the windows open. It sounds like they are conspiring against you to me.
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I can’t even imagine your personnel file. New entry: “Jenny wants a razor blade and cyanide; denies trying to kill herself. Have supply bring up another filing cabinet.”
Don’t do it, Jenny The Bloggess!
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I’m trying to pull myself away from the computer…but then I see a post from the amazing bloggess in my reader and i just have to read it… I AM SO GLAD! Too freaking funny. You crack me up. I wish we worked together. (Well, at least when I used to work. Which I did. BUt I don’t. Anymore. I mean real work. Like money-paying work. Not like raising the kids, thankless, get no lovin’, someone take me away, kinda work.)
[ uncontrolled giggling ]
You freakin’ crack me up. I SO wish the story hadn’t ended. It’s like a soap opera…….only better.
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How stoked was I when up popped the Bloggess on my reader? Super stoked! I swear your freakin’ posts get funnier every time. The mental image of you working at your desk surrounded by a windstorm is enough to keep me laughing all day.
Hmmm, DJ skillfully diverted your attention when you asked just WHAT it was you smelled like. Now I’m curious. You don’t smell like Camels, unplugged, so what DO you smell like?
The whole razor blade thing reminds me of the convo I had w/my doctor this week. He asked me if my moods were swinging (trying to nail me for early menopause); I said, “Yeah, I never understood PMS from the inside-out til now… Sometimes I just wanna KILL somebody…or at least, hurt ’em” and he quickly said, “Don’t think I’ll put THAT in writing” and he changed the subject.
Don’t tell anyone, k?
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Too stinkin’ hysterical… besides, every girl needs fresh air – it’s good for the pores and stuff.
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I love the “prison break” imagery. Also, do you have a photographic memory? That was one long conversation and a very entertaining one.
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I don’t have a photographic memory but I’m often writing down what I’m saying to people as I’m saying it. It’s a terrible, terrible habit and probably come off as crazy or at the least, extremely rude.
That window thing would drive me crazy. Luckily, you already are. In a good way.
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That was fan-fucking-tastic! You never fail to entertain. My old office had painted shut windows and it used to drive me crazy. I often thought of it in terms of a jail, of course that might also have had to do with the assholish warden, I mean, boss and the painfully long hours.
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I do have windows that open. Thank god. Because in my east-facing teeny office directly above the building’s boiler (What? I teach at a university) the temperatures occasionally reach over 100 degrees, and I MUST open the windows in order to let the hot air out before I DIE. Especially when that happens in February and I’m not dressed for the beach.
But I think your friend is right about the cyanide. It doesn’t work to strip paint. Or so I’ve heard…
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When I was 13 or so I used to visit my cousin Robin at her farm. Her dad owned the local feed store, and we would steal CAMEL’S (straight ones) and smoke the whole damn pack while hiding in the cornfield. Then, we would saunter back to the house like we were tough shit. (as if no one could SMELL us…) Jesus that was fun.
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Jenny totally smells like ninjas and hobbits. In a word, awesome.
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I wish I worked with you. My coworkers are really sane and boring. And they all smell like camels. But not cigarettes.
My Jenny is back-Yay!
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You could stand under my umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh. You know, if I moved to Houston and stood behind you while you were working. That wouldn’t be creepy at all.
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Ask me for the razor blade next time. I keep plenty around for slicing the leather off the bottoms of my feet from wearing flip-flops all day.
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ah, “the yellow wallpaper.” what a great story.
your story was funnier, though.
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Is it just me… Or does the thought of being responsible for a wind tunnel sound sorta of god-like and awesome?
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Why is it that people assume razorblades and high windows mean suicide? I mean, just because a person is a tad bit psychotic…
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Thank you for adding the “a tad bit” part.
Can I work with you? Puh-lease?? It’s boring here.
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You know, chucking a computer modem through that window would probably open it-in the event there was a fire or a bad performance review or the desire to shake things up at the next employee Christmas party.
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LOL. I frequently make the mistake of trying to write smokers into my fiction and I always get called out for making some comment that a “real” smoker would never make. LE SIGH.
I need windows open too. Although not until like, November.
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I did try to jump out my office window once. But I only got minor scrapes and bruises being that my hands touched the sidewalk before my feet could make it out the window. Short fall. And, no one pitied me or worried about my mental health. Instead they just laughed, called me a dumbass and asked me to “do it again” so they could get a picture of it. I can’t tell you what that’s done for my self esteem.
You my dear have an extremely unique voice, regardless of the hoarseness. It has more to do with what you call a filterless.
I love that you’re gnawing at the latch during lunch, like a “prison break”. Aptly put.
But where does the cyanide fit in again?
we_be_toys’s last blog post..Painting With Words
Hilarious! Maybe a pointy pen will do the trick, or unbend a paperclip? Gosh, I was a girl scout, you would think I could provide a good answer to this…um…want the recipe to campfire stew? Instructions on a boondoggle keychain? The proper way to french kiss your hand….yeah…our leader was drunk and passed out most the time…ahhh childhood.
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you are a nut. Straight.
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Do you ever get any actual work done?
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If I had worked with you I never would have become a stay-at-home mom.
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I laughed and laughed at this–oh my.
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I think straight are the opposite of gay Camels.
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My mom painted my windows shut as a teenager. But I managed to get the paint off..so then she had to screw them shut. But if I remember correctly, I used one of those skinny paint scrapers to get the window open. I just wedges it in there a bunch.
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PS. I think I’m going to go confront my mother about why she created such a fire hazard for me?
Shamelessly Sassy’s last blog post..The One Eyed Creeper
Oh my god, I love this. I’d send you some razor blades, but they’d get confiscated by the post guys…they hoard them for that one day, when they go postal.
Try an electric saw. Or maybe not..maybe you should just get a fan.
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This post is so rich with good material to comment on that I can’t think of a damn thing to say. Except, dayum. Good post.
I *knew* it! I knew you were secretly standing in a bucket of water with the hairdryer on in your header picture. How long has it been like this? You know there are help lines, right? Here’s the number- 1-800-SAVE-JENNY.
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You should start hand-rolling your own. You’d probably wind up with a mouthful of tobacco grit but you’d look fucking cool.
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What was it with Houston women, BlogHer, and laryngitis? Did y’all like share germs or something? Did you get pictures?
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Sooo, what DO you smell bad enough to be?
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If you REALLY want the cyanide, you can use your window hacking skills to crush peach and cherry pits…just saying.
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OMG!! You have me rolling! LMAO! Well at least it was Camels and not Bugler! LOL Wind tunnel… that would so be my luck!
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I had a fly in my office. Could not figure out how it got in, what with all windown hermetically sealed. Did it like sneak in behind someone, then wait for them to open the stair door and fly up the stairs. It would probably be more noticable in the elevator.
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I worked in a shortrise (we don’t have high ones here) a few years back and one of the old windows fell out — frame and everything.
It was on the same floor as I was, and it was down the hall. The biggest problem after that was the pigeons.
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You crack me up.
The windows in our hotel in NYC did open. And it FREAKED ME OUT.
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I wish I worked with you. My colleagues think contract jokes are funny.
Now that I think about it, that’s enough to make *me* want to look for some cyanide.
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I think I would like to just follow you around all day listening to your conversations. I would laugh so much that I would never feel sad ever again.
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“…I’m often writing down what I’m saying to people as I’m saying it.”
I know that previous conversations in your blog took place while in a vehicle. Was it moving and were you driving. That would be as bad as texting while driving.
Then again I could be the crazy one.
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Because of this little conversation with DJ, I’m afraid that your requisition listing…
* 3 to 5 razor blades – definitely not to be used for suicide
* cyanide – because we’re out of Liquid Paper
…will probably go unfilled. But never fear! I have a solution to the whole stuck window problem. When no one is looking, lick the paint away, layer by layer. The first few layers will probably just cause dizziness and mild nausea, but if you’re lucky, at layer 17 or so, you’ll discover lead-based paint. Now you have leverage!
After licking a layer of lead-based paint, sneak away to have your tongue analyzed using a process called X-ray fluorescence. (Seek out a street vendor who moonlights as an analytical chemist. He’ll know what to do.)
Then go back to work, hand the test results to your boss, stick out your tongue and say, “If I can’t have my rathor bladeth or my thyanide I’ll go to the thix o-clock newth…” [it’s okay, you can stop sticking out your tongue now] “…and I’ll tell them about the unsafe working conditions.”
Bingo! You get your razor blades AND your cyanide. Of course, it’s reasonable to assume that if you just keep licking the paint, eventually you won’t need either.
[Please note the following disclaimers: Cyanide is not an FDA-approved substitute for Liquid Paper. The lead in that #2 pencil you saved from when you were in second grade is not the same as the lead in the paint that makes the pencil yellow. Razor blades are very, very sharp. Neil Patrick Harris is gay (not that there’s anything wrong with that). Neither the advice offered in the above comment nor the disclaimers in these brackets have been verified for accuracy by a street vendor who moonlights as an analytical chemist. Cigarette smoking can lead to death, bad breath, and/or a really sexy voice. Contrary to the claims presented in the “M.A.S.H.” theme song, suicide is not painless.
So, I’m still trying to figure out how you got the camel into the smoker, and why you would smoke straight camels as opposed to gay camels… Oh, you meant the cigarettes!
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You’re funny Bloggess. I’d bake a chisel in a cake to get out of there man.
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Please don’t let the cigarette companies find this post. They’ll start advertising “Extreme Smoking!”
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Good lord, that was funny. I nearly peed myself. And then I read I Can’t Read My Nametag’s suggestions and had to go find the Depends.
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you are hysterical. that’s all my hungover brain can think to say right at this moment.
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This is priceless, and makes me miss working in an office. That’s quite a feat, by the way, so you should feel appropriately honored.
I wish I was considered valuable enough to have had a window in my office, just for the light. Though being always unsatisfied with what I’ve got, I definitely would have had those windows open after week 1. So you can begin deferring to me now on that speculation alone.
One last thing– you need to do a sequel of you confronting DJ and demanding to know what you smell like.
LiteralDan’s last blog post..Sometimes you feel like a nut
Totally harkened me back to the time I asked a coworker to borrow some rope, a garbage bag, and a shovel.
The reality was, my car was stuck in the snow and I had an elaborate scheme to haul it out of the muck. But he immediately deduced I was planning to kidnap, violate, and bury him on some godforsaken country road.
Which would not have been half as funny if he didn’t outweigh me by a good 70 pounds and tower over me by nearly a foot. I was flattered until I realized I was being mocked. Still…
Danke, Lipschin, for the laugh.
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You’re a total Cracker. And I mean that only in the best sense of the word.
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Try nail polish remover to get rid of the paint. Stash it in your desk 😉 Awesome post, laughed my arse off….!
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Why do bosses only pay attention and listen to you when you say you’re not going to kill yourself but otherwise they ignore you when you say you could just die? Whassup with that?
I live in a really old house and I have also had problems with windows that have been painted shut. What I usually do is fashion a a tool out of a toothbrush and a fork. A shank, if you will.
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“Bare Assed” – that’s smokin’ a ciggy “straight.” Just so you know, hon! 🙂
I’ve referred to filterless as smoking it straight before. DiscoJamboree is wrong!
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Jenny, you are too funny. I love when ‘The Bloggess’ appears in my reader, it just makes me happy. Thank you for the glimpse into the wonderment that is you 🙂
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Well, the Matron besides you, thinks this is funny. She would totally toss you the razor, although she might have tossed something through the window, long before.
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You just need one of those things that cuts glass in a circle (you know.. with the little suction cups?). But maybe I shouldn’t be giving you ideas like that.
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“That’s like me leaving you with a bottle of cyanide. Or a footbath with a toaster nearby.” PRICELESS! You have such good friends. And you are funny beyond words.
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But… wouldn’t razorblades be too flimzy? What about scissors? Or a screwdriver?
Allie’s last blog post..Definition
well, at least I know I’m not the only one with some weird thing about open windows…
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Just try to resist eating the paint chips if you get it open! Mmmm. Paint chips.
Raging Dad’s last blog post..“Is Mommy a woman? Does she fight bad guys?”
So why haven’t you taken paint thinner and a blowtorch to it yet? Do you forget what it was you wanted to bring to work when you get home?
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Every damn time. In fact, I just got here and looked at the windows and screamed in frustration. Actually it was more of an argh than a scream but you know what I mean.
Although Allie brings up an excellent point. I do have scissors. And a stolen lighter.
Either I’m opening the window or I’m burning down the building. Whichever happens first.
I think it’s time for vacation. Meet me in Buffalo.
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Just more proof that you, my dear Jenny, are the most perfect woman ever.
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Your blog is hysterical… and I’ve totally pulled the ravorblades-to-windows manouver at an old apartment. Tell me it’s not a safety concern that the windows that faced the fire escape were painted shut??? (On further inspection they were also NAILED shut. I think that’s when I just gave up and hoped there was never a fire. After 6 months I moved out.)
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New reader here. Heard about you from BlogHer and decided to check you out. I love this post! Hilarious.
We’re melting in Texas and you want to open the windows? You are a tad bit crazy. But I love you anway.
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Dude – it’s totally “Camel straights” – that’s how I actually ordered the unfiltered. Or when someone would pop off the filter? That’s a straight.
Everyone else is crazy, Dear. Don’t you worry. And keep chiseling!
You have way more fun at work than I do. Even when I have snide and cynical conversations with myself in my head. At least, I’m pretty sure they’re just in my head…
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Way too funny! It’s nice to have that kind of witty banter with others.
No one at my office understands me at all.
I thought “straight” was a term everybody used. I know I’ve heard it used around here from time to time (not by me of course, I am way too civilized to smoke a cig without a filter.) And good luck with the paint. And thanks for the kind words.
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Damn it dude. Your shit is so funny I can’t even come up with a witty comment.
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‘Cuz when I first read that I thought it said “footballs with toasters”.
That would be nuts.
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This is my first time here. I was at Mr. Lady’s and was crying as I watched her read her post from Blogher on youtube. Then I clicked on your video and I was crying again, but in that really fucking ugly uncontrolable laughing while simultaneously crying kind of way. I thought I had to come and thank you for that!
My first smoke ever was at about age six, a Camel no filter which my father smokes to this day. He call’s them “Camel-no filter” when buying them, not “straights”.
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Do I ever come to this place and ever say anything more original than, “DEAR GOD, YOU ARE FUNNY!”
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Or you could just “break” it. Then they’d have to replace the whole window and render it openable. Openable? Is that like “straight”?
moosh in indy.’s last blog post..they’re purely ornamental.
i think this is precisely why i love you.
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I thought all camels were unfiltered? It’s hard to tell without Joe Camel telling me every day.
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I used to carry a small bottle of paint thinner and some razorblades around all the time. Also a medium sized whittling knife. The paint thinner was to take wax build-up off of the cork on my oboe. My teacher showed me how. The razorblades and the knife were to make alterations to my reed. Besides tuning the orchestra and having lots of solos in Tchaikovsky’s works, this is another reason why the oboe is the coolest instrument ever.
If you needed to borrow them, I would let you. Not my oboe. Just the razorblades and stuff.
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A boxcutter might do the windows better than razor blades. But imagine what DJ might have done if you asked him for one of those.
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that’s not funny, it’s serious. i have tried to open windows with a razor blade before and it is IMPERATIVE that you do it right. For INSTANCE…do NOT tell your roommate that you will just shimmy up the outside to the access roof to your third floor apartment in boston( which you have to do because it is 98 degrees and it is the 3rd floor)to slice the painted window open from the outside, and THEN she can hand the razor blade to you.
Because you wouldn’t want to do anything UNSAFE, like SCALE A WALL WITH A RAZOR BLADE IN YOUR POCKET.
(tap tap tap)(imperative that you do it right)
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As usual, this is completely brilliant. I could never come near your bloggy brilliance, however, I recently posted a picture of my office window on my blog which will put your office window to shame. Is it rude to post a link to my blog in your comment section? Probably. It would be like I was trying to advertise or something. Anyway, it’s on my blog from July 21 and it’s called “Lockdown.” Seriously, I’d like to see anyone compete with the farce that is my new office.
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how is it i NEVER have conversations like this with anyone?!
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You should come work here. These are pretty much the only conversations we actually have.
You are hilarious!
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I get the same reactions from people, like I’m carrying biohazardous weapons in my pocket and the whole word knows it. My favorite comic Lewis Black says that the people get all blood thirsty cheering on air strikes are the same ones who get said if you say fuck. Interesting.
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Whatever happened to sleeping pills?? They out of fashion nowadays??
This actually made me laugh out loud which is SUPER rare. I’m totally subscribing now.
I share your pain. Similar challenges with remaining vertical with or without alcohol.
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Waaay too funny!
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You are beyond funny drunk or sober.
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This is all good stuff.
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Bossy thinks that you – in any condition she can get you – are terrific.
I haven’t laughed like this in quite a while. I was reading this at work and cackling like a hyena. I just couldn’t stop myself. I only wish that my conversations were this witty and funny. LOL
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Holy shit! I have tears streaming down my face I laughed so hard. You always crack me up.
I prefer teddy bears anyway.
Why It’s Good to Enmesh Your Children
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I just came across your blog and have been silently wheezing and crying with laughter so as not to freak my coworker out. Although I sound like a very sad leaking tire. I hope she’s grateful.
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I realize that this is about 3 years too late, but it’s totally Camel Straights. If for no other reason, because Ethan Hawke says so
“So I take pleasure in the details. You know… a Quarter-Pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle… and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt. ” from Reality Bites.