Not only have I killed Oscar but I also killed Yassir.
Once upon a time I worked with a very annoying guy who unfortunately I used to date. It was a rocky work relationship after we bid each other adieu. That being said, we had to collaborate on a lot of things workwise.
Somebody got a tarantula spider — I named him Yassir — he lived in a terrarium with sand on the bottom and ate crickets, which was truly disgusting. This person hated the spider and gave him to F. who kept him on our desk.
F. went on vacation and I offered to take care of the spider.
I went out and bought a bag of crickets and it was so disgusting I can’t tell you. I had no idea how many crickets a tarantula eats. Anyway, just to make sure he didn’t starve to death, I let a dozen crickets go in the terrarium. It sounded like a June night at the lake at our trading desk until Yassir ate the last one. Then he died. Maybe from overeating, maybe from missing F., maybe he did it to ruin my career, but after that F. who was an asshole of the first order and with whom I had a polite-ish professional relationship, got seriously pissed at me and decided I killed Yassir on purpose.
“Is it true there was a Fedders air conditioner visible from the outside of the compound?”
Worse than that, it has HOME DEPOT DOORS!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Does anyone else beside me think that there is something funny about the name “Abbottabad”?”
It does sound funny. Presume is was named after a Mr Abbott at some point in history, probably under the Raj.
Maybe bin Laden would have survived if there was a moat and not a bike lane circling the compound.
I killed Yassir.
Not only have I killed Oscar but I also killed Yassir.
Once upon a time I worked with a very annoying guy who unfortunately I used to date. It was a rocky work relationship after we bid each other adieu. That being said, we had to collaborate on a lot of things workwise.
Somebody got a tarantula spider — I named him Yassir — he lived in a terrarium with sand on the bottom and ate crickets, which was truly disgusting. This person hated the spider and gave him to F. who kept him on our desk.
F. went on vacation and I offered to take care of the spider.
I went out and bought a bag of crickets and it was so disgusting I can’t tell you. I had no idea how many crickets a tarantula eats. Anyway, just to make sure he didn’t starve to death, I let a dozen crickets go in the terrarium. It sounded like a June night at the lake at our trading desk until Yassir ate the last one. Then he died. Maybe from overeating, maybe from missing F., maybe he did it to ruin my career, but after that F. who was an asshole of the first order and with whom I had a polite-ish professional relationship, got seriously pissed at me and decided I killed Yassir on purpose.
Water under the bridge. Water under the bridge.
Is it true there was a Fedders air conditioner visible from the outside of the compound?
“Well, don’t forget the “underwear bomber.””
I often bomb when I remove my underwear.
I’m wondering if Ahmed Hassan isn’t the right guy to do a Yard Crashers episode at the compound.
“That terrorist’s lair was pretty tacky.”
Even worse, it was new construction.
Does anyone else beside me think that there is something funny about the name “Abbottabad”?
Sounds like it’s taken from the Sopranos: “Abbottabada-bing”!