Thursday, February 21, 2013

let no man put asunder



So did you hear the one about the guy whose pants split at the crotch right before his big presentation in front of the MCB advisors?   Channeling his inner mcguyver, he first tried to use his office stapler to stitch the seams, a plan that seemed to be inspired genius until the staples started to come loose, thus giving the wearer of said pants the sensation of having 1000 fire ants in his fruits of the loom.  In desperation, and having not a shred of dignity remaining, he went to the brains of his organization, the fabulous front office staff, for assistance.  There was hatched a plan so brilliant that it was sure to succeed.  DUCT TAPE!  That's correct, a strategically placed piece of the silvery miracle product saved the day!  The guy gave his speech to a rapt audience, finding some new peers in his work as a nursing recruiter, and all was well.

No.  Me either. 

In fitness news, Fatty is in free fall, and I have nothing positive to report.  I will try to climb back on the horse for the millionth time. 

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