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[wickedflea]

Cripes. It's sort of neat having a phone that plays mp3s, but it's embarrassing when you're at work, you have your phone in your back pocket cuz it's small and flat like that, you sit down without having remembered to put the keylock on the phone, and all of a sudden this is blaring out of your ass:

All you trekkies and tv addicts
Don't mean to diss
Don't mean to bring static
All you klingons in the fuckin' house
Grab your backstreet friend and get loud
Blowin' doors off hinges
I'll grab you with the pinchers
And no i didn't retire
I'll snatch you up
With the needle nose pliers

Draws quite a few stares in a big room full of manuscript editors. Took me a good twenty seconds to shut the blasted thing off.

Comments

[carocrow.livejournal.com]

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

It was quite the scene, Ro!

[carocrow.livejournal.com]

I can visualize rap echoing around in that polished wood bastion you work in. Have I ever told you that your workplace reminds me of the place Jack Nicholson worked in the movie "Wolf"?

I suppose it's better than show tunes coming out of your derriere, though.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Yeah, no shit--it woulda been really bad if it had busted out, "I'M JUST WILD ABOUT HARRY, AND HARRY'S JUST WILD ABOUT ME . . ."

[carocrow.livejournal.com]

Or "I Feel Pretty" :-p~