Thursday, February 24, 2005

guilt trip

My current plea for the parachute. I'm going to have to tell whoever doesn't pick me that they have to go over my house and mow my lawn once a week because titso doesn't know how to use the mower. Plus do the dishes after dinner every night. Plus satisfy her in every way I do. Oh wait, that's not a good plan.

4 comments:

Burfica said...

Tell them they have to go clean the corner of the closet.

nique said...

ha ha this was funny.

dude when was your assignment due? i'd like to know what others came up with too!

Bittergrrl said...

Tim, are you sure this isn't just some subtle plan the management has come up with to decide who to downsize in the next round of cuts? "Only one of you will be saved. Choose who that person should be, and make a case for why you are necessary and irreplacable." It's a cruel joke! Fight the good fight! Don't give in to The Man! Hell, no, you won't go!

Just Cassa said...

I'm liking where you're heading with this. Threats might go over better. Tell them the 'o' in 'titso' comes from 'pyscho' and that she will hunt down and do bizarre and evil things to all of the survivors if you die. She'll flip - totally loonie material. The life of the survivor and all those dear to him will be ruined anyways. But, if you live, she'll turn into the most grateful person in the world and go on to perform outrageous acts of kindness and gratitude. (Hmm. Apparently she is very influenced by your life/death situation.)