cimorene

... is plump and prone to making lame jokes, rosy-cheeked, dutch doll-nosed and sometimes painfully cute. like, by accident. never on purpose.

History Teacher Manager sent me to reshelve some stuff. i don't know where it all goes. i held up two sacks of plastic cups at Frat Boy Manager.

me: where do these go?
FBM [duh voice]: on the sheeeeelf...
me: [duh face, shaking bags demonstratively, trying to think of something to say not involving some form of the word 'fuck']
FBM [defensively]: i didn't know what you wanted!
my brain: honey, that's what they all say.

smartass or dumbass? you make the call.