I have hunger. We are
I have hunger.
We are having an afternoon sweet treat office party today. It ranks right up there with office birthdays in my opinion... and holiday luncheons. I'm contemplating heavy sedation at lunch to suppress the already evident postal precursors as the time draws ever nearer. My busy morning is plateauing. I needs me some bullets.
Yes.... but.... last time… I did not receive a piece of cake… and I was told.. that… (just pass, Milton.) Okaaayyyy… I’m gonna burn the building down.
BOSS: I’d like to talk to you about, what was it, “this page intentionally left blank”?
CLAYTON: Huh? (coffee slurp) Whatchootalkin’bout?
BOSS:Pretend youre me. Make a managerial decision. You find this, what would you do?
CLAYTON: Well, I gotta tell ya. Id be very, very careful about who you talk to about that. Because the person who wrote that is dangerous. And this buttoned-down Oxford cloth psycho might just snap, and then stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semiautomatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and coworkers. It might be someone youve known for years, someone very, very close to you.
[Clayton Narrating]: Tylers words coming out of my mouth. And I used to be such a nice guy.
;)
In Tyler We Trust.
Ich habe Hunger.
Skip the lobster bisque.
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