Thank God for Weed!

Or at least I would be if I was smoking it. *sigh*

So here's the story:

We do a version of "I'm Glad" but they script out skits like crazy! They have the people lined up and assigned roles. So I deside that I'm hella bored and want to change it up. So I come out as a Willam Jessup grad. (I know I stole the idea from Gators "UCLA grad", I'll pay my royalies dude). So I do my thing and everyone is rolling on the floor. When I head back stage I get pats on the back and "job well done's". The rest of the night proceeds with great fun with a trip to Wendy's and a stop at coffie cat where I meet up with some day camp staff. All in all it was a great night.

Then when I get back, some of the guys corner me in a passage way and inform me of my designation of an ass. One then proceeds to tell me of his desire to "punch my face in". for my skit earler that day. My first reaction is that they are total dicks and need to lighten up. but upon the next morning I relize that I have to work with these guys so I go and apologize for hurting there feelings. I feel like a little b*tch.

I just want to get the hell out of here with a good reference from my boss. That's the only reason I haven't quit.

advise anyone?

~Spidey