i own god, buzz off

I got slimed one long other day ago by a dutiful and punctual blogger about letting this pisspost of mine rot from neglect.

Fair enough.

So.

With what little joy and spirit I have left after piss draining work, I decided to work in this little ditty I heard over dinner with an ex-colleague and her beau to redeem a puny toenail or two just for the time being...

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It was fresh-from-Law-Fac Beau's first day at work in a local based overseas law publications firm (sniff around and you'd know which).

He's being shown to his table and new colleague, a fast chasing-60-year-old-screwy fuddy duddy-left on the shelf to be eaten alive by silverfish and still not knowing it-granddame.

Dull dame (in a contemptuous holier than thou tone just as Beau is about to sit his ass on his chair):

are you a christian?

Beau (stunned look, back bent and ass perched just 2 cm away from seat, blink):

Errr... Nope...? Errr... anything-

Dull dame (cuts him off sharpish as she continues with editing, never once looking up at him):

then don't you ever dare say 'oh my god' in front of me, cos he's not your god.
you understand?

Beau (motionless, ass still perched in air, mouth agape):

*blink blink stunned silence*

(I rest my case.)

(*roll eyes*)