I got off from supervising an exam this evening at my work, although I still had to work a little later than usual. It’s my sole purpose for living at the moment.
I visited the Body Shop on my lunch break today to be confronted with something that haunted me all day. I saw a product known only as Nipple Cream. I DON’T WANT TO KNOW ANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT IT!
A repair guy came in today to fix up a broken elevator near the office I work in. He was working on the premise of audio therapy, where he screams obsceneties at the elevator to make it work again. It’s prone to going to a different floor than the one you select, or not even going anywhere at all. So I was quite surprised when he yelled out at the top of his voice ‘YA STUPID POOFTER!’ to the elevator.
See, I always knew the elevator was stupid, but I had no idea it was homosexual. Silly me. We had a gay elevator all along… it sort of makes sense now. It always seemed to only play bad techno music from its speakers, and the pink-ish colour scheme is rather sus.
I’ve got a feeling the escalator at my train station might be bi. I’m told it goes both ways, anyway.