If I worked in an office, this would be a conversation I'd have this morning
Me: Hey. Remember that commercial that was all, "I Feel Like Chicken Tonight!" and the people would flap their wings like a chicken?
Officemate: Yeah.
Me: Crazy, right? Like, that song just got stuck in my head for no reason. I wasn't even thinking about eating chicken.
Officemate: Yeah dude, I really gotta focus on this project.
Me: Cool. But for real, isn't that crazy about the chicken song?
Officemate: Sure, whatever.
Me: Right. You wanna get lunch?
Officemate: With you? Or in general?
Me: With me.
Officemate: No.
Me: How about in general?
Officemate: Yeah.
Me: You're still mad I fucked your girlfriend.
Officemate: That didn't happen. You gave me a folded piece of paper and told me not to open it, but that I should give it to my girlfriend. The note just said, "Meet me at the bar at 7 PM tonight and I will give you the time of your life." Then you wrote out a YouTube link to the song 'Time of My Life' from Dirty Dancing.
Me: Yeah, and then she showed up and I gave her a deep dickin'.
Officemate: You know I don't have a girlfriend, so I'm not sure who I was supposed to give it to.
Me: Oh geez. Who did I bone that night?
Officemate: Probably a piece of uncooked chicken, I'd guess.
Me: Probably. Sure hope that bitch was antibiotic free. Don't wanna catch anything.
