Yeah, well. Sure. You’re squat. How will I be able to lord my 6-5 frame and Norwegian good looks over the rest of my colleagues, if not in the office where I can loom intimidatingly, and my ‘well, actually...’ condescension is at its most potent?
I tried putting a tape measure up as my Zoom backdrop to show that I am, indeed, a 77-inch Dick, but it just made me look like I was having a mug shot taken.
Not a good look for a pompous white asshole of a certain age, especially given the ah, recent, ah, *legal* developments, in the national news, if you catch my drift. (Ix-nay on the arraignments alk-tay.)
I, for one (though I should really count as two or three, don’t you agree?) welcome a return to the office where my polished cordovan Aldens can trip merrily up and down the lines of desks while I look for someone to tell about how I read the green on the 17th in spite of the low angle of the sun and the quite vindictive pin-placement...
Yeah, well. Sure. You’re squat. How will I be able to lord my 6-5 frame and Norwegian good looks over the rest of my colleagues, if not in the office where I can loom intimidatingly, and my ‘well, actually...’ condescension is at its most potent?
I tried putting a tape measure up as my Zoom backdrop to show that I am, indeed, a 77-inch Dick, but it just made me look like I was having a mug shot taken.
Not a good look for a pompous white asshole of a certain age, especially given the ah, recent, ah, *legal* developments, in the national news, if you catch my drift. (Ix-nay on the arraignments alk-tay.)
I, for one (though I should really count as two or three, don’t you agree?) welcome a return to the office where my polished cordovan Aldens can trip merrily up and down the lines of desks while I look for someone to tell about how I read the green on the 17th in spite of the low angle of the sun and the quite vindictive pin-placement...
Spot on Martin!