Soap…

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Me: Boss, don’t be such a potzer like you were on the last interview.
Boss: I was just off that day. I am on my game today.
*Boss starts to dial candidate’s phone number but the phone isn’t dialing*
*Boss looks at the speakerphone perplexed*
*I reach over and turn the speakerphone on.*
Boss: Shutup.
Boss: How you are enjoying your day off?
Me: Right now I am listening to Kelly Clarkson songs and thinking of you.
Boss: Get your hands out of your pants

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To Bel-Air someone you begin a story, often in an online message board, but to have it fade into the lyrics to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.
One Wednesday at work I wandered in to a coworker’s cube and he commented on how tired I was. This is how the rest of the conversation unfolded:
Me: I am tired man. I am wiped. Crystal kicked me out of the house Tuesday morning after a huge fight on Monday night. So I haven’t slept in a decent bed for the last couple nights.
Concerned Coworker: Shit, what happened?
Me: Well Monday night Crystal and i got in a huge fight. A real knock down drag out fight. We agreed that I would sleep on the couch. Crystal and I don’t fight and this is the worst one we ever had. We were even throwing shit at each other from across the house. So the next morning we wake up and we are still a bit edgy and I got kicked out.
See what happened was Crystal called her Mom and her Mom got scared and said “You’re moving in with your Auntie and Uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near…”
Very Concerned Coworker: I hate you.