Don’t you hate it when this happens?
You’re already having a bad day at work and that guy you hate keeps calling you a Kristen Wiig-alike, when all of a sudden you’ve got flambé junk. You can’t go to the bathroom on your floor because the walls are paper thin and you’ve got some hardcore grunting to do. So you go three floors up for some peace and quiet in another department only to find that you’ve chosen the floor the hot guy you always see in the elevator and cafeteria works on! So much egg on your face! So much infection in your urinary tract!
And in the rush, you forgot to take off your pants! The guy you hate calls you Hugh Jackman now and you’ve got to quit your job in our current economic climate. So now you work as a freelance Kristen Wiig impersonator at nobody’s birthday parties.
If only you’d visited the Woodlands Medical Specialists when you had the chance. And where’s your gray hoodie?
UGH! Don’t you just haaaaate it when that happens???