faster pussycat... type! type!

yesterday we had little xmas party, here at work. i was standing with evildeb, admiring the hors d’ouevres when the coworker who refers to himself as The Man walked up to ask us why were weren’t eating the sauteed oysters. i wasn’t eating them because they are nasty. but what about evildeb?

e.d.: they have stuff in them.
me: flesh. she doesn’t eat meat. she’s a vegetarian again.
e.d.: i used to eat seafood, when i was a vegetarian before.
me: she’s been one before, you know.
e.d.: that’s right. i’ve been one before, you know. it’s my natural state.
the man: what? vegetative?
me: bwahahahaahaha!!
e.d.: that’s not funny.
me: oh yes it is.

occasionally, i like to answer the unasked questions that those of you who have not met evildeb have on your minds, whether you like to admit it, or not. why do i call her EVILdeb? what makes her evil. ladies and gentlemen of the internet, i give you ... exhibit b. evildeb sent this out to a mail list we have here at work, called “mr. snotty.”

anyone who would subject coworkers to this kind of thing has to be evil.