21-Mar-2007

There's this girl who sits next to me when I actually show up at work.  We'll call her Prancers.  Prancers has to listen to me squawk on the phone all day about random shit, like a certain relative with hepatitis, or my parents' annoying habit of camping in their own backyard, or how I hate romantic comedies and think they should all be destroyed.  Well, today, as I was walking past Prancers' desk, we had the following conversation:

Prancers:  You're here late.

Me:  I went for a run this morning. 

Prancers:  That's crazy!  You know, they say running is bad for your knees.

Me:  So is being fat.

AWWWWWWW, SNAP!!!