Farewell to Taffee!

Taffee is one of my most memorable co-workers. She is a loud, fiery, red-headed, Marlboro smoking lunatic, in other words she's a bad-azz chick. She is leaving to pursue other opportunities, basically she found a better job. I know that this would be the time for reflection, but I just want to say, I hate that bit@$, but I am really happy for her. She will leave me with a collective band of misfits to keep me entertained.

Boobie Brown (yes, I spelled it right) - the distinguished and fashionable gentleman, with a fetish for clear-heeled companionship from Rick's Cabaret.

Clark Kent - the enterprising youngster who uses his massive dog ears to listen, process, update, and analyze all the office gossip. He is the National Equirer of eavedroppers.

Seymore Butts - the guy kisses more azz than a toilet seat.

Parisha (pronounced Pear-e-sha) - a Chalmation with a heart as big as her booty (which means there some cocoa growing on that family tree).

Down Low Lenny - he's like the military, looking for a few good men.

My other co-workers are fine upstanding individuals but are really not interesting enough to warrant comment. As you can see I won't miss that traitor Taffee, let her go. She'll be begging for an invitation to the Lenny-Butts nupitals.