Moving on the floor now, babe, you're a bird of paradise
Cherry ice cream smile, I suppose it's very nice
The mailroom shares a space with the literature department at work. One of the people is retiring soon and M, the guy who runs the mailroom now, may be tapped to take her place. From the conference call he had with the executives today that no one is supposed to know about, I would then be tapped to take his place, which would be freakin' sweet.
M used to work at a fireworks warehouse. They filmed a movie on the site while he was there. It was produced by Fisher Stevens, who was also in Hackers, a movie M likes. During the filming, the crew would come into the warehouse for various reasons. Stevens came in and approached M because he wasn't already helping someone else. M told him how much he liked Hackers; Stevens replied that he wasn't too happy with how that movie had turned out, but was glad M and his friends had enjoyed it. End of story? Oh hell no.
Later Jessica Alba and her bodyguard come in. The bodyguard points at M and says, "That's him." She thought it would be cool to take some fireworks home but couldn't fly with them, and wanted to know if they could be mailed; Stevens told her to ask M. They couldn't be mailed but ever-considerate M said he wouldn't mind gassing up his car and driving them out for her. She declined, giving M a kiss on the cheek, which is closer to Alba than any of us will ever get. For that reason he's telling everyone to see Bill (warning: "date movie") when it comes out next month. This is the same man who watched this today and asked, "Didn't they know they were being televised?" Completely fooled by The Onion and kissed by Jessica Alba. The bastard.
On the muzak today: Billy Idol, Duran Duran, Boston, and ten minutes before quitting time, The motherfucking Ramones. You know it's Friday.
Cherry ice cream smile, I suppose it's very nice
The mailroom shares a space with the literature department at work. One of the people is retiring soon and M, the guy who runs the mailroom now, may be tapped to take her place. From the conference call he had with the executives today that no one is supposed to know about, I would then be tapped to take his place, which would be freakin' sweet.
M used to work at a fireworks warehouse. They filmed a movie on the site while he was there. It was produced by Fisher Stevens, who was also in Hackers, a movie M likes. During the filming, the crew would come into the warehouse for various reasons. Stevens came in and approached M because he wasn't already helping someone else. M told him how much he liked Hackers; Stevens replied that he wasn't too happy with how that movie had turned out, but was glad M and his friends had enjoyed it. End of story? Oh hell no.
Later Jessica Alba and her bodyguard come in. The bodyguard points at M and says, "That's him." She thought it would be cool to take some fireworks home but couldn't fly with them, and wanted to know if they could be mailed; Stevens told her to ask M. They couldn't be mailed but ever-considerate M said he wouldn't mind gassing up his car and driving them out for her. She declined, giving M a kiss on the cheek, which is closer to Alba than any of us will ever get. For that reason he's telling everyone to see Bill (warning: "date movie") when it comes out next month. This is the same man who watched this today and asked, "Didn't they know they were being televised?" Completely fooled by The Onion and kissed by Jessica Alba. The bastard.
On the muzak today: Billy Idol, Duran Duran, Boston, and ten minutes before quitting time, The motherfucking Ramones. You know it's Friday.
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