Today I was working and someone asked me if I was aware of the Ghost Ship. “Ghost SHIP?!?” is what I said. Well, apparently I don’t hear well, because I was asked if I was aware of the current gossip in the lab. It was terribly disappointing. I thought there was a ghost ship people used on the 8th floor. People were just talking about how Italian Jeff Algren left his old girlfriend for the younger girl on our floor with the big naturals. Fucking. Lame.
Tonejumpoff flashback: Remember when I saw someone at McDonald’s that ordered a Big Mac without the middle bread. That person is the antichrist.