April 2011
Dear Accounting Department,
I liked my job better when I didn’t have to correspond with your rude selves.
Seriously, I really really hate you.
Love,
Maori
Priorities
Karolina: Thursssday, Ian.
Tanya: Hey, it’s tranny Thursday! Ian, where is our tranny?
Karolina: Yeah, go do that.
Maori: Wait, what? You’re going to go do tranny Thursday when you ignored my meeting from this morning. We have to have a little meeting. Why aren’t we meeting?
Ian: I have to go to the bathroom.
Maori: Then, why are you at Tanya’s desk?
Ian: I’m procrastinating.
Caleb: Bad things happen when you procrastinate that.
Ian leaves. Ian returns.
Ian: Tranny Thursday!
Maori: Ok, are we meeting now?
Ian: I have to do tranny Thursday!
Maori: Really? That comes first?
Ian: Yes. You invented it. You can never complain.
At a Mets game
Tila: It’s not looking so good.
Maori: No, I guess not.
Tila: We still have like three more rounds.
Maori: Innings, Tila. We’re at a baseball game.
