for reasons i'm not privy to tell you i didn't want to stick a giant picture of a penis for this post, i mean, i'm sure some of you would enjoy that but for now you can just contend with Whitney from my last post.i'm here to talk about a very serious subject, penis envy.
of late i have noticed this going on at work but it doesn't have anything to actually do with our penis, no , no sir-ee. it has to deal with the level of the building you get off at.
there are thirteen (13) floors in my building and i am lucky to be on the twelfth (12). every morning i am faced with catching an elevator filled with suits while i am in just a casual shirt and pants. i see the way they look at me, like i'm trash, i'm use to that look. they do think they are better than me and i love it. as we go up floor by floor i watch as they exit little by little. some look confused that i'm still in the lift, others shocked.
i get the best reaction when i let everyone board and the elevator starts and i then press the button to my floor, every time i push that button i kill a little bit of them inside every time. it makes me happy.
i walk away rejoicing that there is only one floor higher than mine, and that they are all cock heads and that i am way better than them.
till next we meet,
jiggly puff
1 comment:
Well the air is always better up there, and they have those tiny little cakes with the cream filling in them.
Ive always thought elevation was the key... now all i need to figure out is what it opens.
And FYI you cant pull that off..
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