busted.

i totally just got busted jacking around online by everyday ike.

he did the sneak attack on me at my cube and was like "what are you doing?"

and i'm all "me? oh, this? oh, yeah, no. this is for a customer. ohmygosh is that my phone ringing? no? sooooooo. how are the kiiiiiids? (slowly closing my laptop) oh, yeah, i know, teenagers are super hard. (uncorking the secret gas tank i keep under my desk) hmmm? yeah, Christmas can be rough. (glug, glug) so, what was i doing? when? right now? i was talking to you. oh, that? on what? my computer? that must have been SPAM. i know, its OUT of control. can't we get the computer guy to check out why our SPAM filter isn't working properly? huh? what smell? (striking a match) no, i don't smell anything. something is burning? weird. oh my gosh! my computer is on fire?! how could this happen?!!! must be all that work i'm doing is burning the thing up. (nervous laugh) noooooo, so really...any plans for new years? have you lost weight?"

(slowly backing away.)