I work downtown in a big dull skyscraper (oxymoron?). One of the executives in the building is the spitting image of Jerry Orbach (may he rest in peace), who played Baby’s daddy in Dirty Dancing.
No, not your baby daddy. THE Baby’s daddy.
If you work with me, you may know who I’m talking about. I have this urge to run up to him and hug the sh*t out of him. I just wanna hear him say, “You looked wonderful out there” once. JUST ONE TIME. Is it worth it? Hmmmmm….
Let me sleep on it.
do it!!!
Ha! AMS I MISS YOU!
Jerry Orbach is dead, yo.
But his essence lives on through the CEO of an insurance company in Pittsburgh!
a) I fucking hate myself for relenting and reading your blog
b) I fucking hate you for implying that I should read your blog with the promise of jokes just for me
c) Shit. You’re totally right. Our boss may have voiced Lumiere in Beauty and the Beast… I’m gonna sing “Be Our Guest” to him the next time we share an awkward elevator ride.
This isn’t even the one with a joke just for you!