The day begins.

*picks up coffee*
*heads across to where JD is sat*
Hey there, Jenna.
*sits down opposite*
Y'see because Jenna Jameson is a pornstar.

*Says sarcastically*
Oh lovely.
*Suddenly finds courage*
If I were a porn star you would totally watch it.
*Sips coffee for effect*
*Bites on hotdog*

*takes drink of coffee*
Yeah, I would.
*smirks*

*Is shocked but is trying not to show it*
... He must be being sarcastic.
Well, it would be the best damn thing you have ever seen.
*Bites on hotdog onto a bit with a particularly large amount of mustard*
*Eyes starts to water*
Act normal...
ARGH IT BURNS!

Doubt it.
If that performance is anything to go by.
*nods to hot dog*
Besides if I don't watch it, who's gonna critique you?
Ghandi?
Barbie?

Do you watch many of your co-workers porn videos then?
*Gets over the mustard*
*Takes another bite*
*Same thing happens again*
*Actual tear drop falls from eye*
Fuuuck please god say he didn't see

{{My GOD the amount of times I've been KILLED by mustard but then just taken another bite without learning my lesson...}

Oh no, sweetcheeks, you're the special one.
Tell me newbie, did your mommy never teach you about sarcasm coz I just don't have the time and oh my God, are you crying?

It's the mustard, okay!
And in fact she did not. She wasn't all there when I was a kid if you know what I mean.
*Finishes hotdog*
*Has a flashback of childhood*
*Comes back*
My dog Buster was never the same after that...

*slaps hot dog out of hand*
*points at*
Bad hot dog, bad, bad hot dog, making Lizzy cry.

Dr. Cox wrote:*slaps hot dog out of hand*
*points at*
Bad hot dog, bad, bad hot dog, making Lizzy cry.

That was mean.
*Scowls*
Thanks for saving me, though
*Smiles to self*
Okay, be professional
So have you decided what's wrong with Mrs Hane in the ICU yet?

Neat segway there, seeing as Mrs. Hane died yesterday and you were right by me when it happened.
Did someone forget to give give you your brain medicine this morning?

*walks in and grabs a ham salad sandwhich, then sits on adjacent table*

Oh.
Well I've been a little frazzled lately what with Turk and Carla being all lovey lovey and me not having a girlfriend in a while...
*Sighs*
Maybe if I act sad enough he'll finally hug me...

*turns around*
Well maybe if you weren't so whiney you'd have a girlfriend.

Dr Jan Itor wrote:*turns around*
Well maybe if you weren't so whiney you'd have a girlfriend.

Oh, and I suppose you do have a girlfriend?

As a matter of fact I do. I'm off to dinner with her tonight if you must know.

Oh really?

What's her name?

*rolls eyes*
*mimes crying*
I haven't had a girlfriend in so long, my husband is seeing someone else and I just could't get my hair to go right this morning. I need to tell somebody before my tiny, tiny, tiny brain just explodes under the pressure and I start projecting my feelings of desperation on that cute intern who will probably sleep with me but leave me in the gutter afterwards like he does with all the other girls.
*drops hands to table*
Suck it up, newbie.
You're a doctor, not a cheerleader.

*stutters*
Carol... down in bookkeeping

*looks up to Janitor*
Come on, shirt, belt, pants, ya know it doesn't count if she's more than 70% PVC.

So I guess the real reason you split with your ex wife is because she's more than 70% plastic surgery?
*shakes keys*
I know everything

*points at*
Exactly.

*Blinks at Dr Cox*
Why are you always demeaning me? I'm your co-worker, not your dog.
*Looks at Janitor*
Oh really, because there is no one in bookkeeping called Carol. I would know, I have regular indepth discussions with them about... sports.
He doesn't need to know that I'm making that up and I really have no idea who works there

Oh really, *shakes keys* i think I know who works in bookkeeping

Dr Jan Itor wrote:Oh really, *shakes keys* i think I know who works in bookkeeping

What, you know how to unlock them?
*Rolls eyes*