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No one must know my terrible secret...

House of Noh!


Thursday, July 06, 2006

There's this guy at work I don't like. He's sort of like half bully, half scrote. And while he hasn't started picking on me yet specifically I sort of get the feeling that I'm next, you know? So yesterday I was standing by the vending machines in the office kitchennette, over by the stand-up assorted AZRO tea dispenser. I had the sleeves of my business casual shirt rolled up way to my shoulders and when this guy walked through the kitchennette I gave him a mean look. Then I raised both my arms in a kind of flexing motion and kissed my left bicep and said, "Taepodong 1." Then I kissed my right bicep and said "Taepodong 2!" I hope he got the picture.

Brian 7:48 AM

Comments:
You mean that your right bicep will suffer an apparent catastrophic failure of its main booster a few seconds into a beatdown? Then plunge harmlessly into the Sea of Japan? Not sure if you want that kind of information getting out, man.

Ace
 
Ace,

It's possible that Brian meant a literal rather than metaphoric meaning with his Taepodong namings: "big cannon" (though unlikely, since a right-handed person would then normally refer to his right bicep as the "primary" and his left the "secondary").

Or, perhaps the bully has family in Hawaii or Alaska, in which case the Taepodong-2 would be a greater perceived threat.

My concern is the inevitability that North Korea will be testing future versions of this missile class, and the temptation to metaphorically link another body part could have a negative impact on Brian's employment situation.
 
Wasn't there another missile class called the "Nodong"? Just asking.
-BBB
 
What all of you don't know is that the Taepodong, after its apparent failure, dove into the sea and began tunneling in the sea-bed. Right now it is burrowing a tunnel which will end underneath Washington D.C. with a terrible nuclear explosion which will occur just beneath the earth's surface. This metaphor refers to the fact that after Brian gets knocked down by this guy and appears to be out for the count, he will deliver a swift and debilitating kick to the groin, then leap to his feat and parade around his victim in triumph.
 
Ah, those once a week updates were sweet! Remember those?
 
Dude, I am so going to KICK YOUR ASS!!!!!
 
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