WTF So I just dick'd my butt

I have a conference call in 5 minutes. I'm gonna go lay in the hammock and put it on mute until I'm asked something

that just tells me that whoever planned the call invited too many people. If you've got nothing to contribute, you dont need to be there.
 
that just tells me that whoever planned the call invited too many people. If you've got nothing to contribute, you dont need to be there.
Ehhh... it's the closest to a program I have, and I'm gonna be doing whatever paperwork the fix requires so I kind of need to be on it, but there has been enough ratfucking of this situation that I have no sway over the end result anymore. Not the hammock's fault I'm working from home today.
 
I hate it when during a conference call, someone on our side mutes so he can yap about what's being said, then suddenly on the other end I here my name being used but missed the question because of our guy talking.
 
Well I was standing in line at Cracker Barrel to pick up some food for one of my Platinum regular customers, and I saw this cute young woman with a thigh tattoo that was of some chick smoking a bowl of weed and the prerequisite cloud of smoke coming out of the bowl. The "smoke" looked like a rash. In fact, it looks like she got a tattoo around a permanent rosea type rash to go with the rash.