Keeping His Head Small Enough To Fit In The Office

Pants has a small office now. As my husband is a leo, he is constantly at risk for 'Big Pants Syndrome' and his head might grow far too big for his body at any moment.

Moving out of Cubeville, put his risk of 'Big Head' at Level Red.

It gives me unending pleasure knowing that my husband's office has been dubbed 'The Fart Pod' by his former neighbor in Cubeville. This former neighbor uses the new office to deposit his gas. A fart savings and loan if you will.

The only thing that could complete the pleasure would be a 'Fart Pod' sign....a futuristic logo....stuck on the door so the world will know where the drop off is.

And no, it wouldn't get him fired. He's creative, they treat them a little like special ed students.

Comments

[Deborah]

hmmm...I am sensing some hostility hereWhat would Frued say about you being happy that your husbands office is the 'fart pod'? (And thanks for the head's up about the cargo pants. If I ever buy a pair I will remember that the pockets aren't for holding gear.)

[Pants]

Thankfully the only deposits thus far have been mine own, and they're quite pleasant.

[Melissa]

Uh, Deborah...we don't need Freud to tell us there's a bit of hostility floating about. The 'Fat' post established that!

[griff]

ok, i can uderstand making deposits at the pod, but who would ever make a withdrawl?

[Me]

Now griff, they're 'creative'....we don't ask questions....also, we don't make sudden movements.