My boss gave me a cute snowman-topped Christmas candle today at work - it has these doingly little legs and a cute top-hat and mittens and...well, it doesn't change my opinion of her. I still suspect that, in her off hours, she does nothing but make long, star-shaped noodles out of Play-Dough with her "home computer".
You know, 34 work hours in three days is enough to drive a man to home-make all the intricate little ceramic parts needed to assemble a metal-detector-proof, uzi-style submachine gun powerful enough to perforate every coworker within a 500-foot range.
I'm at 33.5 hours now. I'm going home.
Hasta banana!
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No more ceramic pieces for you, crazy man! I'm going to start secretly, er, stealthfully replacing all of your eatingware and decorative pottery with silicone & rubber look-alikes...
ReplyDeleteI don't have any decorative pottery, but if you change the word "eatingware" to "underwear", that last comment becomes really interesting.
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