Mrs. Bunker's Chainsaw Emporium

Holy shit, another day at the office, drinking stale coffee and listening to 70's disco music so the gals remember back to the day that they were gettin' their freak on.  

I'd rather eat draino than take Lyrica.  I can stand the pain better than the side effects of that shitty drug. 

N. whipped out his little wanker last night at dinner. He did a little dance, then returned to his tater tot casserole as if nothing was out of order.  So I told him to keep his little noodle in his pants and rendered many grave threats which were totally ignored. 

H. now drags this little halogen lamp with her wherever she goes because it has an ipod dock.  She is obsessed with Harry Potter and listens to the audiobooks on her lamp whenever possible.  The fucking light doesn't even work.  She has also started referring to her large bowel movements as Draco's and small ones as Crable and  Goyle.  Who knows, maybe she'll get a scholarship for Harry Potter trivia.