Archive for August, 2009

What?? That Bit Kills at the Sta­tion.

Po­lice of­fi­cer, tak­ing ini­tial re­port on phone: So your stereo was stolen from your ve­hi­cle in the hos­pi­tal park­ing lot last night? (pause) Okay, sir, I’ll get some­one out to you to take the re­port. And sir, I’ll be work­ing the se­cu­ri­ty at the hos­pi­tal tonight and I promise that while I’m on du­ty no one will steal your stereo out of your car.(laughs) Be­cause it’s al­ready been stolen.

Zachary, Louisiana

Cute Thong, Though.

Male se­cu­ri­ty guard: Well, every­thing has been tak­en care of and every­one has been no­ti­fied of the prob­lem.
Fe­male se­cu­ri­ty guard: So our ass­es are cov­ered?
Male se­cu­ri­ty guard: Yes, our ass­es are cov­ered.
Fe­male se­cu­ri­ty guard: But what about every­one else’s ass­es?
Male se­cu­ri­ty guard: Not a work con­ver­sa­tion any­more.

At­lanta, Geor­gia