Sometimes I post some material over there that I don’t here. These are a couple of items:
Fun: Taking my nephew shooting.
More fun: Getting my nephew to tell his mother “There has been a good killing.”
Coworker comes into my office to discuss a joint assignment. Before he leaves, he turns and asks me if I can smell the faint odor. The question isn’t as rude as it sounds, because we’ve had issues with the building.
Me: Yes, it’s leather dye.
CW: From what?
Me: My new belt.
CW: I don’t remember that smell from any of my belts.
Me: That’s because you buy your belts where you get your clothes from. I buy my belts where I get my holsters from.
Lightbulb goes off and my coworker wanders off.
Reputation defended for the day.