Rainbows and Boobsies

Sing it to the tune of "Raindrops on Roses" from the Sound of Music.

As we all know by now, it's Spring, and of course, we have a new crop of doosies at work.

Rainbow Brite: the hair color alone is enough to make your eyes water, but the her wardrobe! Oh. Em. Gee. It's like a really bad acid trip--the COLORS! THE COLORS! She matches up her not-occuring-in-nature Gawd Awful Red hair dye with light blue glowing shoes and a lovely shade of kelly green pants. Add the company issued vest in bright red and blue, and you've got yourself one eye-watering, migraine-inducing ensemble.

We also have Cry-Me-A-River Junior: She's pregnant, dopey, and lazy. Has nothing to talk about except the kids. Oh, and sooner or later, one of those cantaloupes is gonna burst forth outta that low buttoned blouse of hers and just roll all up and down the aisles. What kills me is that her tits are about as appealling as the Hag's ass cleavage...and yet, there it is, and there it will stay. Management is so myopic that they can't see it unless you point it out to them.

Oh, and Cry-Me-A-River? She thinks she's pregnant again!