My coworkers...
Aug. 9th, 2002 02:36 pm... are not suitably cowed by the presence of Mr. Cthulhu and my mangled chubb balls.
"What's that? A dragon?"
"No, dumbass, it's Mr. Cthulhu, and when the stars are right your ass is his."
"Oh." *nonplussed look*
*sigh*
Time to bring out the yellow hazard tape, shave my head and wear my combat fatigues to work. They're too complacent.
"What's that? A dragon?"
"No, dumbass, it's Mr. Cthulhu, and when the stars are right your ass is his."
"Oh." *nonplussed look*
*sigh*
Time to bring out the yellow hazard tape, shave my head and wear my combat fatigues to work. They're too complacent.