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Jan. 8th, 2004 01:31 pmIn a feat of silliness that may outweigh some of the others we've accomplished here in my office...
today is Mangina Day.
A. used the word in conversation with B. and me at lunch. B. admitted that the word just makes him giggle. B. and I walk into my office, talking, and giggling. B. reaches for the jar of lemondrops on my desk, and I turn to IB, and ask him "do you know what 'mangina' is?" He looks at me, confused and says "no." I turn to B. and ask him to explain what it means. He bursts into giggles and turns red, stammering and stumbling over the explanation. I turn to IB, and say "It's the asshole." This sends all three of us into giggles. B. wanders back to his office, and we go on with our stuff.
A few minutes later, A. walks in, and asks IB what a mangina is. IB looks confused-like he's not sure if he should answer it or not, blushes, giggles and points to his butt, and very quietly-almost inaudibly says "the asshole." I'm sitting sort of behind him when this is going on, A. is in the doorway, and the two of us just fall out giggling. I'm laughing so hard my eyes are tearing, A. is falling against the door frame. IB leaves for lunch, A. and I are giggling.
A. goes down the hall. A. wanders back to his office to check his voicemail, I go back to what I was doing. Shortly, B. wanders into my office for more candy. A. sticks his head out of his office and asks, "Did you leave me that voicemail?" I hadn't left him voicemail and neither had B. He starts playing the voicemail back for us. He'd gotten some phonespam about "If you like young pussy, dial 1-900...If you like Asian pussy dial 1-900..."
I think we've hit a new low here.
(And for those of you who have actually met co-workers of mine, it really is A., the department head and B. the coworker from down the hall.)
today is Mangina Day.
A. used the word in conversation with B. and me at lunch. B. admitted that the word just makes him giggle. B. and I walk into my office, talking, and giggling. B. reaches for the jar of lemondrops on my desk, and I turn to IB, and ask him "do you know what 'mangina' is?" He looks at me, confused and says "no." I turn to B. and ask him to explain what it means. He bursts into giggles and turns red, stammering and stumbling over the explanation. I turn to IB, and say "It's the asshole." This sends all three of us into giggles. B. wanders back to his office, and we go on with our stuff.
A few minutes later, A. walks in, and asks IB what a mangina is. IB looks confused-like he's not sure if he should answer it or not, blushes, giggles and points to his butt, and very quietly-almost inaudibly says "the asshole." I'm sitting sort of behind him when this is going on, A. is in the doorway, and the two of us just fall out giggling. I'm laughing so hard my eyes are tearing, A. is falling against the door frame. IB leaves for lunch, A. and I are giggling.
A. goes down the hall. A. wanders back to his office to check his voicemail, I go back to what I was doing. Shortly, B. wanders into my office for more candy. A. sticks his head out of his office and asks, "Did you leave me that voicemail?" I hadn't left him voicemail and neither had B. He starts playing the voicemail back for us. He'd gotten some phonespam about "If you like young pussy, dial 1-900...If you like Asian pussy dial 1-900..."
I think we've hit a new low here.
(And for those of you who have actually met co-workers of mine, it really is A., the department head and B. the coworker from down the hall.)
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