tales from the 9 to 5

episode two:

so this one wacko bitch comes in wearin' the same outfit every time i see her. kinda odd, but maybe she don't own much (in my best karen walker voice). i could see that, but maybe you shouldn't be showin' yo ass around me twice a week then? perhaps? hmmm? hair teased out defying the laws of gravity. she's like a strung out senior citizen, eyes all glazed over. anyway, when i see her coming i always say "crazy clown, crazy clown" and then proceed to sing the circus music that's playing in my head: "dee dee dede dee dee dee dee dee dee" oh, did i mention that it's this big black number with biiig white polka dots on it? mmhmm, hence the clown music. normally i'm not that evil, but this bitch is m-e-a-n. she plows small children down if they don't move out of her way fast enough. i bet she kicks puppies.

clownie: where's your copier?
her: it's broken.
clownie: what?
her: he'll be in later today to fix it.
clownie: so you don't have a copier?
her: um, no?
clownie: FINE! (storming off to her clown car)

*i'm telling you. copier + brainless mo fo = me with a mental breakdown.