Wonder Why The Fuck You Haven't Been Lolling Around In Your Living Room Wearing Nothing But A Wet Towel For the Past Few Hours Day!
Oh man did you ever fuck up. Had someone offered you two bowls of fate when you were in bed this morning, one full to the brim of nice hot lolling-around-your-living-room-wearing-nothing-but-a-wet-towel-for-a-bunch-of-hours, the other a cold consumme of minutes-taking at the Goal 2003 Database Blueprinting Bi-Weekly Projects Meeting (outside the door it says the conference room was reserved from 10 AM till 3 PM), which would you have chosen? Have you ever felt such a gust of cold gray air blowing just underneath your skin as you did just then? Imagine if you were laying on your couch right now, the wet spot spreading out underneath your ass across the slipcover, eating sour cream and chedder potato chips for breakfast, crumbs all over your chest, watching a Warren Beatty movie co-starring Garry Shandling on the Starz network and you get to touch your genitals in a non-masturbatory way any time you feel like it because the place is all yours.
So tell me, do you try to outline the minutes while you handwrite them or do you save that for the several hours you'll spend typing them up after the meeting's over at 3 PM if no one runs long (which everyone will)? Happy Wonder Why The Fuck You Haven't Been Lolling Around In Your Living Room Wearing Nothing But A Wet Towel For the Past Few Hours Day!