Talk Stalk.

I believe that I am currently working with the most chatty girl in the world.

Finishing my day she managed to corner me for one-ENTIRE-hour. I am profoundly
talkative myself, so much so I thought I could never be stopped or outdone. The thought of someone having more social stamina for talking-BS was a farce. But she managed it. My eyes were rolling back up into my skull, hands on hips, I was sweating, leaning for support, quizzicle look slapped all over my face. I was outdone.

The girl herself, lovely. Blonde with beautiful pale blue eyes. Very easy on the eyes in-fact, with a beautiful Irish accent. “I could listen to her forever” I may have said in my head. So wrong.
One hour, is the most, YOU WILL EVER BE ABLE TO ENDURE AND I SO CHALLENGE YOU.

But coming out of that conversation, we did collaborate on one thing that made us both laugh, and I will share.

Her: *Sneeze*
Me: Whoa are you ok?
Me: Is that how babies are made?
Her: No, No. They come from the stork!

Me: … The Stalk? As in the Facebook-Stalk?
Her: That’s the one! Nobody knows what it looks like.
Me: But you can hear it passing by.
Her: Yeah all you hear is “LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE”
Her: And then BAM.

Incredible amounts of shash was spoken this day.

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