"Creative" Blogging on a Friday

So we're "supposed" to be blogging on Friday afternoons at work if we have free time. You know, to express our creative outlets. Whatever that means. So Betsy and I decide to take a break from our monotonous NASCAR and healthcare financing projects, and we went downstairs to play pool. Then we decided we should make it "work related" and blog about it. Another co-worker, Dana, suggested that we do a joint blog... and we each take a turn to write a sentence for said blog. Here's what we came up with. Don't ask.


Rousing games of pool.... by Betsy and Molly (Molly starts off the blog. Everything goes downhill from there.)

I am better than Betsy. At pool, but nothing else. Except for everything else. We played pool today, which was interesting. I really enjoy it when account managers look at us like we’re slackers. They’re just jealous. Sometimes, if you want to win in pool, you have to hold your pool cue like a harpoon. This is a patented “Betsy-ism” that is going to take the nation by storm. Even that bitch Black Widow is going to use it.

The game started slowly. Turns out you’re not supposed to hit the 8 ball in first. Score, one game Betsy. Oh, make that two. Chad is a lesbian. But anyway, Molly can do a fancy “behind the back” pool move. She’s a freaking shark, I tell you. Two seconds into the third game, in goes the 8 ball, via Betsy. However, Molly does not know that Betsy was just trying to make her feel better about her two prior pathetic excuses for pool. Betsy has an STD. She can not spell Gonoreeya. Then comes the fourth pool game. Dave Winger walked by, and distracted Betsy and she lost! Molly gets distracted by the chocolate in his shirt pocket too.

Oh, probably at this time in the story we should describe that Betsy was always “regulars” and Molly was always “diets.” Or, Betsy was “the fattys” and Molly was “the super models.” This is actually “stripes” and “solids,” but those names are boring as hell so we made up our own so HA. And by HA, I mean screw you. Peace out, Jagiers. (Molly shakes her head in disbelief and confusion. Betsy can not believe Molly turned their blog into an internet role playing game.)





I just don't know.