Those wacky English...(Day 47)
It's Red Nose Day!
I know, right.
What?
These are a reserved people, and they need a day to break loose. Red Nose Day kinda gives them that permission.
And so I was hosed down with red hairspray, had some red nose stickers slapped on my personal bits, and was threatened with "salsa-cizing" at lunch. (I hid in my office instead.)
I do really like the whole charity/costume thing. Think we can do this in the States? Hmm? It's fu-un.
I know, right.
What?
These are a reserved people, and they need a day to break loose. Red Nose Day kinda gives them that permission.
And so I was hosed down with red hairspray, had some red nose stickers slapped on my personal bits, and was threatened with "salsa-cizing" at lunch. (I hid in my office instead.)
I do really like the whole charity/costume thing. Think we can do this in the States? Hmm? It's fu-un.
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