Hit the Showers

This is more of a quickie side-note bit of terrorism that was performed on an employee we will call Mr. Smug.

On a lunch trip to a thrift store, which is a regular lunch time diversion two minutes away, a sadistic chick friend and I found the above cards still in the wrap for 50 whole cents. Upon reading the outside of the card, we both were puzzled at what the hell a "personal shower" is, as opposed to a "bridal" or "baby" shower? I had an idea of what to write inside the card and shared it with my co-conspirator. We laughed out loud in the store, and developed a case of that laughing that you can't shed no matter what you do. This debilitating, periodic cracking up lasted for the remaining 2 hours of the workday. Imagining the reaction and puzzlement to "who is the asshole that would do this to me?" just was killing me for the balance of the day. The offended party was sufficiently irritated to make it all worthwhile, fyi.

I give you.... the punchline:

I crack myself up.