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Aug. 6th, 2008 12:24 pmI sound like I'm talking through a blanket and my ribs hurt every time I cough, but I am HERE at WORK and a damn good thing too because there have already been three emergencies today. One of which is still ongoing and involves petty infighting over teleconferencing, and one of which concerned single-serving creamer cups. My life is so exciting. And so full of mucus!
Bulletproof Temp came by and sympathised, right before telling me about how on the weekend one of his stepsisters sent her son and his friends to kick his ass over some implied slight at his father's funeral.
Bear in mind that Bulletproof Temp has been studying martial arts for fifteen years.
"What'd you do?" I asked.
"I let him have one free punch, 'cause we're family," he replied. "Then I made sure they won't mess with me for a while."
I'd accuse him of making this up, but he showed me the bruises. And the obituary.
Bulletproof Temp came by and sympathised, right before telling me about how on the weekend one of his stepsisters sent her son and his friends to kick his ass over some implied slight at his father's funeral.
Bear in mind that Bulletproof Temp has been studying martial arts for fifteen years.
"What'd you do?" I asked.
"I let him have one free punch, 'cause we're family," he replied. "Then I made sure they won't mess with me for a while."
I'd accuse him of making this up, but he showed me the bruises. And the obituary.
