Drawing a Penis On Your Bosses Face Can Only Lead to One Thing...

Can I just tell you that when you hang out with this chick, you never know what's going to happen?





I had to go out of town for a couple days for work and decided to drag my lil sis along to keep me company. She's always good for that at least.



So we arrive to some small remote town in Nevada on Thursday night. Now because I have to wake up early the next morning to go to work, we decided the only logical thing to do would be stay out until 3 in the morning. That's what any responsible employee would do right?


So we met up with Lindee's friend and explored this little town and found ourselves at a karaoke bar. Apparently Thursday nights are the BIG nights for Karaoke, the place was hoppin. Well, hoppin for Elko.





So we are enjoying ourselves, having a good time. Lindee's friend owed us some drinks for a bet he lost earlier so we took advantage of that deal right away.


More often then not when Lindee and I go out together we always get at least one person asking if we are twins. That night was no exception however it went a bit further, apparently we became known as the tall blonde mormon twins. People kept coming up to us saying they wanted to meet the tall mormon twins. Which of course was funny being that we were at a Karaoke BAR.





But whatev.


After a horrible attempt at karaoke, we decided to save ourselves any more embarrassment and go try out another club (you know the only other club in Eko? LOL). Funny thing, there were people there from the karaoke bar.


Did I mention it was a really small town? Haha!


But we had fun because there was a dance floor here and whenever Lin and I can get our feet on the dance floor we tend to lose track of time. Plus nobody ever told us to go home so we just stayed and burned off the grilled cheese we had earlier.





But we did finally make it back to the hotel and I got to sleep for about an hour and a half before I had to go to work.


It was awesome. Let me tell you I was lookin really good that morning.







Fast forward to Friday night, we went to a party that my work was throwing. My company throws the best parties (maybe the fact that they have an open bar every time has something to do with it). They're always a good time.


Little did I know Lindee would have a little TOO much fun at this one.


This was our dinner. It's basque food which includes cow tongue.





Cow tongue! I had warned Lindee about the tongue earlier but apparently she didn't care because she piled it right on top her plate next to the meatballs (I don't even want to know what kind of meatballs those were.)





And yes, she did eat it. Some of it anyway. And I dry heaved. And dry heaved again. Then puked all over the table.


Ok, no I didn't puke but I almost did! Later on in the evening after everyone was done with dinner and the band was playing, and the old people were dancing, my sister was dragged to the dance floor by my boss's boss.


This can't be good I thought.


Lindee had already told everyone a lot of embarrassing stories about me and there were plenty more to choose from! She already told my whole office about the magnet incident, the midget incident, both of which received quite the reaction from my coworkers.


I was loving it. Yeah, it was awesome. Thanks lil sis.


So later I find out that my boss was asking what we did the night before because I came into work looking like shit.


When Lindee told me that I had to laugh because it was so true, I barely had my eyes open that day at work! You know you've got an amazing boss if he can tell you when you look like shit.


The rest of the party was so fun and we were sad to see it end but the company loaded us all onto the bus to take us back to our hotel. This is us on the bus:





This was right before Lindee decided to take advantage of my inebriated boss. Not like THAT you sickos. The boss was passed out on the bus, his wife sitting next to him, when Lindee decides it would be a brilliant idea to go write on his face with mascara.


Yes, this is my boss's boss by the way.


So she draws a smiley face on his cheek while I'm yelling at her to sit down before I get fired! His wife thought it was hilarious, as did everyone else on the bus.


Apparently Lindee sucks at drawing on faces with mascara and the smiley face turned out to look more like a penis.


Yes, my little sister drew a penis on my bosses face. A penis people! Luckily his wife thought it was the funniest thing ever!


The next morning me and a few others in the office get an angry email from my boss asking who drew on his face. I'm like, oh shit, I'm dead. Good bye job. If I would have scrolled down a bit further in the email I would have read the part where he said he knew it was Lindee and he thought it was hilarious too.


But I didn't. So this whole time I'm thinking he is pissed and I'm gonna get it when I show up to work on Monday. What a relief to walk into his office and have him start laughing!


Phew!


Luckily I didn't have to murder my sister after all.





The moral of the story?

Come on, there is NOTHING moral about that story!