Yep, just got in trouble with the bosslady. She said, “Get off imo.im! Imo sounds like emo, which sounds like Nemo, and that’s my dead son!” So I got up and positioned myself behind her and in a slightly stressed southern accent I said as I pulled the waistline of her jeans up around her waist, “Yeeep, I had to scold one of my em-ploy-ees today, honey…”, then I sat down. “‘s favorite movie!
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