Disco balls are really the ultimate accessory.

Disco balls are really the ultimate accessory. They are so versatile and really do snazz up any outfit. Too bad my boss seems to think they are a perfect substitute for a nice set

of punching bags. He's constantly jabbing at my disco ball earrings or leaning over my desk 'accidentally' grazing my breasts. His coffee breath is atrocious. If it wasn't

for his spiffy spam wow I would have stopped dating him in a minute. I have to admit I am a sucker for a good disco dancer, so I agreed reluctantly to go to the end of the year

book and point at a photo call that jerk up and screw his brains how. I picked Dixby Ziggler. The kid that everyone knew had a "third" nipple on his back. But a dare was a dare

and I wasn't about to provide him with an out ... i really wanted to see this ventriloquist act everyone raved about so fluently. Dixby was home cleaning up a toast explosion for

the third time this week. "Dixby!" yelled his sister, "Call a repairman to fix the toaster!" Just then, the toaster began shooting out dozens more pieces of toast all over the

neighbor's gluten protest. When a slice busted a hole through a "Bootin' Gluten" sign, causing it to read "Bootin' Glute," the protest took on a more physical tone. Dixby kicked

the back of his own leg to trip himself so as to dodge another volley of flaming toast. Even the Gluten protesters were lobbing the stuff now as ammo. Chaos reigned supreme in

had a seizure when Whole Foods filed for bankruptcy. Ninja? Bah! Get me Chuck Norris!