Nomological Net

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faults in the clouds of delusion

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Sweet and salty

The branch manager of our local bank was called Candy Butt. That was her name, on her business card.

She passed us on to a Personal Financial Consultant. This was a young lady whom she referred to as Miss Sou. Miss Sou gave us her card as well, which said S. L. Sou.

Today we received a letter from the bank. In it, Miss Sou signs her first name as Sodium.


Blogger km said...

The jokes threaten to flood the page but we must not give in.

3/17/2010 2:34 AM  
Blogger Space Bar said...

km: oh come on - they don't all have to be gems; you can salt the mines a bit, can't you?

3/17/2010 10:26 AM  
Anonymous blackmamba said...

I think of salty-sweet jokes without writing them, in silence, in every moment of my existence, with every ounce of my being.

3/17/2010 11:50 AM  
Blogger km said...

Ha ha, nice try.

Ms. Butt was promoted to branch manager after spending years in the back-office.

Dear God no. I am staying away from this. For now.

3/17/2010 9:53 PM  
Blogger Tabula Rasa said...

now that's krackerjack.

3/17/2010 10:26 PM  
Blogger Space Bar said...

bm, you could draw, you know (and make a blurb-backed beast for km while you're at it. i might even write a poem in celebration).

3/18/2010 11:00 AM  
Anonymous blackmamba said...

you mean a real beast? Belinda doesn't count?

3/19/2010 2:05 AM  
Blogger Tabula Rasa said...

bm: bromide? i thought this was about chloride.

3/19/2010 6:19 AM  
Blogger km said...

"Proud Purple Penultimate" - thanks for that blurb, BM.

3/19/2010 7:51 PM  

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