Bleh and two of her comrades-in-banality are having a weight loss contest amongst themselves. Every week, they all pile into the little bathroom just off the office and giggle, take off their shoes and weigh themselves on the scale some masochist brought in years ago. I have no idea if they've actually lost or gained any weight, nor do I care, but I can report that Bleh's pants fit just as poorly as they always do: camel-toe up front, wedgie up the back.
Ouch.
1 comment:
Wow I have the day off myself and I just finished reading your blog, and I have one thing to say. You sir, are a trooper, keep on keeping on, I would've snapped a great many times by now.
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