Awe yah!
We have one at the office, kind of like this:
It even has a sweet padlock on it just like that. I'm guessing they did that because maybe the first time they tried a suggestion box ol sticky fingers what's-his-name was probably pulling off some pretty cool suggestion heists! I mean, right? Cause you know how those office suggestions go! These are primo ideas. Why can't he come up with his own ideas? Why does he have to steal everyone elses? Now the Suggestion Box is locked down like Fort Knox with that padlock thing. Dang.
Anyway, an actual physical suggestion box seemed like it would get little traffic cause I live out There. So, the comments section below this post has officially become the Suggestion Box about how you think I can be better. So, fire away.
One little side note about your suggestions, when I was ten this guy told me I was shooting the basketball wrong and I never forgot and he went missing, like no one ever heard from him again, and I realized like five years later that he was right, I wasn't reaching into the 'cookie jar' on my follow through but it was too late and nothing could be taken back so he probably should have kept his friggin mouth shut and then maybe he would be around watching his kids and grandkids instead of being in a shallow grave... assuming that he is in a shallow grave which we don't know cause he just went missing and nobody knows where he went.
So, yah, let me know!
Alright, alright. Don't hate me, BUT, I do have a suggestion for the little box. Seriously... don't pop a button, don't burst an artery, and definitely do NOT punch a hole in your bedroom wall. Take a deep breath- another, and one more. Ready? We've all been encouraging anger management and weight watchers for awhile. You know this. So I'm going to make a completely new suggestion this time around. I think you and yours would truly benefit if you could give up your Justin Timberlake obsession. Wait. Stop denying. Just do it Jesse. Take down the posters, get rid of the wardrobe, grow out the highlights. And for goodness sakes- stop the morning routine with the head mic in front of the bathroom mirror (the Nurse told me all about it). We're all here for you buddy. You've wanted to be apart of a boy band for years. Take a chance, write your own lyrics, and find your own dance moves. Ry and I will be there opening night:).
ReplyDeleteAs, I'm in Boise, I feel rather safe, so I'm just gonna go ahead and say it: Jess, you need to stop posting pictures of yourself in underpants, a luchador mask, and red cape. You can shave your body, take the pictures, post them really tiny and claim they're a kid, but we all know the truth. So, you secretly wanna be Nacho Libre. Own up to it - after all, acceptance is the first step to overcoming the problem. We can send you to a therapist for the other steps.
ReplyDeleteAlso, learn to give hugs to your sisters. I realize you're afraid of expressing affection, scared it will take away from the tough manly exterior you've built up, but once you let that love for your siblings free your fears will melt away, and you'll become a real man - one who can express his feelings.
Two words: Less Flatulence.
ReplyDeleteYou know it's funny, but Paul and I were just talking about how we could make Jesse better last week. We feel strongly that you could benefit from taking style lessons from the scrawny Japanese boys on campus. You should look more like this . . .
ReplyDeletehttp://www.yesstyle.com/en/seventyage-single-button-blazer-dark-gray-l/info.html/pid.1023691728
Just scroll down and keep scrolling and envision how good you could look - I'm pretty sure that it's a boy, almost 67% sure.
Steph, I think you might be on to something! Do it, Jess! Just do it!
ReplyDeleteOh, and I showed Ty the link....he says he's 99% sure it's a guy. I'm not as confident.