I am no Bunny of steel - I am, today, a Bunny of exhaustion and would be torpor. Sadly, I must drag myself to work - then 'tis 3 days to a holiday!
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can....
To work, at this ungodly hour? you australians!
8.15 am is ungodly? Who knew!
From over here it is! The idea of anyone going to work right now is very ungodly. funny that, it is 5:50pm over here. you don't only have hours different, but also minutes! all is different. even you bunnies i'm certain are different from the way they grow them here. getting scared!
dear entorporated
An exercise you can do at work (from my video) to make you BunTastic (copyright)...
While sitting at your desk interviewing, tighten first your left buttock and lean in that direction, then do the same with the right buttock, and heave at about ten degrees rightside. The interviewee will be quite innocent to your exercising regimen, assuming merely that you are breaking wind.
Oh, underneath it all I am a wittle, fuwwy, harmless, puwwing pussycat!
have no fear....
'tis very lovely, blat. reminds me of an old joke...
A very old man goes to the doctor's office. He announces that he is there and is told to wait, so he goes and sits in the chair.
After a while the receptionist notices that he's listing over to one side. She quickly gets up, takes a pillow from the couch, and puts it between the old man and the arm of the chair so that he won't fall over. She returns to her desk.
She sits a while longer and then notices that the old man is slowly starting to keel over in the other direction. Again, she gets up, retrieves a pillow from the couch, and puts it between the old man and the arm -- this time the one opposite the first -- and props him up.
She returns again to her post. After another interval, she notices that the man is starting to keel over again, this time forward. Irked, she brusquely rushes over and stuffs a pillow underneath his legs, so that the old man can't fall forward, either. The old man is now immobile.
A few minutes the doctor emerges from the office and calls the old man in. The old man disengages himself from the pillows, gets up, and slowly walks toward the doctor's office.
"I trust you found our waiting room comfortable," the doctor said to the old man.
"Well, the chairs are fine," answered the old man, "but that lady won't let me fart!"
farting......such a happy subject
Well, I'm inflatulated.
(I try to straddle the gutter, but my balance is terrible, and my shoes wet.)
Flatulance. To my foreigner's ear that sounds so noble, so 18th century England, so Northanger Abbey or whatnot. I like it, yes, I like it a lot.
farting is such sweet sorrow
Now farting, see, that does not sound all that noble.
Well, nobody can claim we have not digressed.
Dys,
You are so eloquent when motivated. LOL
