Verbal Diarrhea Diaries (a.k.a. the shit that comes out of my mouth):
So, while holding a bag that clearly contains my lunch in hand, I am about to enter the revolving door of my office building when I spy a colleague exiting. I stand to the side and wait for him to exit.
Seeing my bag he inquires of it contents. I tell him it’s “poison”. I have no idea why, but I can tell by his expression that he doubts the veracity of my statement.
“What? You were warned years ago to never trust a big butt.” I say as I make it a point to smile broadly.
He’s stumped for all of .1 seconds before he starts grinning.
“I can’t play with you.” He throws up his hands and walks away, shaking his head while laughing.
Was it something I said?
– blame Bell Biv DeVoe!
I was about to ask whether this dialogue was between adults or kids, when I again noticed the reference to an “office building”. In any case, no one ever warned me not to trust a big butt.