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Today at lunch some of us (who shall remain nameless) were talking, and the conversation ended up in the gutter. It got worse than we usually let it get, but hey, we're all friends and it was funny. We can't help it that we're all hilarious.

So, we're all back there doing that girly-cackle and telling each other "Oh my GOD, you are so BAD!" (not like that, pervs) when Jenny buzzes me that I have a visitor. So I get up and walk down the hall, and it's a friend of Angie's husband, who is dropping off a list of addresses and some money from his wife for Angie's baby shower. He's a super nice guy who I've known for years, in that whole "oh HEY how are YOU?" type way. But all the girls in the breakroom are, of course, watching (cause he's cute).

I walk back down the hall after our marathon 2 minute conversation, and come back into the breakroom where they are all waiting, staring at me. I just hold up the money.

What's that, he forgot to pay you last night?

Yep.

*giggle giggle giggle*

I told him "Hey, no freebies, buddy."

*tee-hee, tee-hee*

Who is that?!

BJ? He's a friend of Angie's husband.

*LAUGHY LAUGH LAUGH*

BJ?!!?!

That's his name! I didn't name him that!


A guy named BJ showed up in the middle of that conversation and gave me $50. I'm totally blessed by God's comedic timing.

Either that, or I'm going to hell.

(By the way, if my dad ever reads this, I think BJ stands for Bible Jokes, and I was totally trying to stop those women from saying those awful things.)