Maybe it’s because I shower in a gym locker room every morning, so on any given day between 5 and 25 people have seen me naked before 9:00 am, but I don’t really get what the big deal with the body scanners is. They ain’t looking at your titties and junk, they’re looking for guns and C4 and shit. Just walk through the scanner and get on with your life.
Or decline and get your junk grabbed. It’s your choice.
It was nighttime and Ryan was getting ready for bed, and I was going to jump up behind him to yell “BOO!” because we’d been trying to startle each other since we saw Paranormal Activity 2 this weekend. Also, I was hyper.
I go charging toward the bedroom door. Let me state right here that was not…
On Sunday Bob tried to put his pajamas on, put both feet in one leg, and promptly fell on the floor. I am sad to report that I was not in the room at the time, but I did hear a giant THUD as he hit the floor. Stop falling down, guys!
Okay I know I have been out of the whole CUBE WORLD CULTURE since February and it is only my second day but some guy just stood IN MY CUBE while having a meeting with my cube neighbor. He leaned over the partition to talk to her the entire time. He was approximately 14 inches behind me. Seriously? Do you not see me here? Typing away? Doing WORK?! Oh, is my noise bothering you? So sorry to offend! I would roll my chair back and get out of here but I can’t because you are RIGHT BEHIND ME. Seriously, dude. Step off!