The Clompus
OH MY HOLY GOD HOW DOES THIS WOMAN WHO LIVES ON OUR HALL MANAGE TO CLOMP SO HARD EVERY MORNING THAT THE ENTIRE BUILDING SHAKES?!? She’s not a large woman. I’ve spied on her through the window as she clomps by. She must be wearing gold bricks for shoes.
November 29th, 2006 at 2:24 pm
I’m married to a clomper. (Let’s see how long until I catch shit from her for this comment.)
November 29th, 2006 at 3:28 pm
Don’t give in to her! The clompus cannot win! Tell Mrs. $tock to wear slippers from now on.