charging rent.

yesterday as i was leaving work, mr. t asked if he could keep his rice in my refrigerator in my office. i said sure.

he said, "well you did kick my sprite out of your room!"

my room? you mean my fridge?

tyra banks has a big forehead.

i like to flip off mr. t. carl told me i need to be more creative about it. so, i went in there with a file folder and told him i needed his signature on something. and then flipped him off.

he told me to be careful because he has plenty of weapons and will start throwing things at me. he picked up a stapler. i said, "a stapler is not a weapon."

he said it is if he throws it at me. and it will hit me smack in my big forehead.

i said, "i don't have a big forehead!"

"a plane can land on that thing!" he said.

i laughed. "i do NOT have a big forehead!"

"have you checked yourself?!" he asked.

then he sent an email to carl and me with the subject "boeing 767 can land".

so carl came in here and asked if that was about me.

i told mr. t that tyra banks has a big forehead; not me. carl said hers is so big its a five-head. lame.

TMI from carl.

i told carl i needed a snack and asked if he wanted to come to the vending machine with me. his response?

carl (9:04:36 AM): i need a poop
carl (9:04:37 AM): hahaha
carl (9:04:38 AM): pop