More blah than dooce

Now I know it's not 'on' to blog about working and stuff, but this is harmless enough.

There's this guy who works on my floor (I'm in an open-plan office) who is foreign, somewhere Eastern European I think, and who is LOUD, so I can't help overhearing the gems he comes up with.

Today's offerings:

To a girl who's going out tonight:
FG (foreign guy) - "Tomorrow morning there will be big metal plate in your head with big metal ball rolling and causing the pain for you"

To another girl who's making plans for Saturday:
FG - "What's the party tomorrow evening?"
SHE - "My sister's engagement party.
FG - "Wa-hey. GIRLS ALOUD.