AnonymousCoworker

Because I didn’t have anything else to write about today, and because I was explicitly tagged by Jess, here’s a meme.

The rules:

1. Link back to the person who tagged you. [done!]

2. Post these rules on your blog. [done!]

3. Share six unimportant things about yourself. [done momentarily!]

4. Tag six random people at the end of your entry. [bite me!]

* * * Six Unimportant Things about ACW * * *

1) Oh wow. This is kind of hard. (That’s what SHE said! Ha!) Okay, so let’s make that number one: I’m hopelessly addicted to bad jokes and puns. The lamer it is, the harder I laugh. Seriously. Mrs. ACW, on the other hand, is a horrible harpy who will never laugh when I make a bad pun, but she’ll let loose an eye-bulging guffaw if my dad tells the exact same joke. She says it’s because he tells bad jokes better, but I think it’s just because she’s a whore.

2) I never really ever had a pet until we got Sherlock and Wookie. Yes, I was deprived. (Also, I don’t really think Mrs. ACW is a whore.)

3) Let’s see, unimportant things. Hmm. See, the trouble with this is that anything that comes to mind is actually a relatively important thing to know about me. For example, I could say that I like to have beer served at different temperatures depending on the brew (pilsners colder, stouts warmer, etc.), and that’s a relatively unimportant thing to know about me… unless you’re serving me a beer. Then it’s suddenly something that would be important, especially if you don’t want me to kick you squarely in the baby-maker.

4) Whatever, that last one totally does TOO count as something unimportant. What? No, it’s irrelevant that I showed a way in which it could be considered important. Whatever. Shut up. Go fuck yourself.

5) You wanna say that over here? What? Yeah, come say it to my face. Yeah. That’s what I thought.

6) Are you still reading? I’m not either. Do you think anyone will notice that I cheated for about half of these? No? You’re probably right. Pretty much the only people that read my blog anymore are you and your mom. And your mom only reads because I’m bonin’ her. Yes. Right now. Even if you’re with her right now, and you can look at her and see that I’m not bonin’ her, rest assured that I will as soon as you look away, and then if you look back real fast you might catch a glimpse of me, but eventually you’ll turn away again and I’ll be back there again, poundin’ the meatloaf. What? Don’t get mad at ME. That’s what SHE calls it.

I guess I’m not really good at memes.