Co-Worker: "Why don’t you have any white out?"
Wicked: "Because I never make mistakes."
Since then, I have made on average 2 per day, requiring me to purchase the white elixir.
Curses!
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6 comments:
Hey, hey he's a Monkee.....
I am so sorry I in no way intended to rub off on you!!!!
Phillip: That's right and his mom invented white out.
Dave: Whew, I knew I wasn't making all these errors on my own. I feel much better now.
I can so relate.
Take care,
Frances
Rude: Alright, I blame wallofdenial then. Feel better?
:-)
The dreaded self-proclaimed perfection will getcha every time.
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