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I hate my job. Let me start by telling you about the folks I work with.

First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is very pretty but she is completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.

The other chick is completely the opposite. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10 and I'm not sure she even shaves her legs. But she might be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the stoner and I don't mean Eugene. This guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's.

To make things worse, he brings his big dog to work. Every day I have to look at this huge beast walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Sometimes I even think it's trying to talk. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops for food. Every. Single. Day.

Anyway, we all drive around in my van and we solve mysteries.

do you have blond hair and a barrell chest???

terryg wrote:do you have blond hair and a barrell chest???

Or just an ascot?

Hmmm I always thought the van belonged the Shaggy.

... and I would have gotten away with it if it wasn't for those meddling kids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

tacticool wrote:I hate my job. Let me start by telling you about the folks I work with.

First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is very pretty but she is completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.

The other chick is completely the opposite. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10 and I'm not sure she even shaves her legs. But she might be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the stoner and I don't mean Eugene. This guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's.

To make things worse, he brings his big dog to work. Every day I have to look at this huge beast walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Sometimes I even think it's trying to talk. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops for food. Every. Single. Day.

Anyway, we all drive around in my van and we solve mysteries.

I thought they were all stoners, it would explain the midnight muncie runs and seeing monsters all the time.

Any idea on what those "Scooby snacks" really were?

strider67 wrote:Any idea on what those "Scooby snacks" really were?

Hash brownies.

My 5-year-old daughter went to a Scooby Doo themed birthday party this weekend.

Now I have to throw away all the Scooby Doo themed party favors

Thanks a lot ...

[quote="A-R"]My 5-year-old daughter went to a Scooby Doo themed birthday party this weekend.

Now I have to throw away all the Scooby Doo themed party favors

Thanks a lot ...

You may want to consider banning your daughter from hanging around this Scooby-friendly-friend, as well ...and what kind of an example are these Scooby-friendly-friend's-parents anyway, exposing their child to such things?!?

Velma: the Monster Hunter

USA1 wrote:

strider67 wrote:Any idea on what those "Scooby snacks" really were?

Hash brownies.

You sound as if you speak from experience.

loadedliberal wrote:

USA1 wrote:

strider67 wrote:Any idea on what those "Scooby snacks" really were?

Hash brownies.

You sound as if you speak from experience.

...oops, meant to say hash browns.

USA1 wrote:

loadedliberal wrote:

USA1 wrote:

strider67 wrote:Any idea on what those "Scooby snacks" really were?

Hash brownies.

You sound as if you speak from experience.

...oops, meant to say hash browns.

Too Late! But you get Honorable Mention for the attempted clever save!

tacticool wrote:I hate my job. Let me start by telling you about the folks I work with.

First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is very pretty but she is completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.

The other chick is completely the opposite. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10 and I'm not sure she even shaves her legs. But she might be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the stoner and I don't mean Eugene. This guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's.

To make things worse, he brings his big dog to work. Every day I have to look at this huge beast walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Sometimes I even think it's trying to talk. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops for food. Every. Single. Day.

Anyway, we all drive around in my van and we solve mysteries.

Been reading your MHI books I see........