My job is a real pressure cooker. Yesterday afternoon, my boss blew up at me. She had run out of fertilizer for her office plants and blamed me.
That woman is a real terror. My morale is being ground down to zero. It felt like my head was going to explode.
On top of that, somebody spilled a box of paper clips in the break room and it felt like I was walking on ball bearings.
After work, I had a couple beers with my buddy Mohammed down at the el-Tikrit Bar and Grill. We both had pulled-pork submarine sandwiches. They're called the Obama Special and they are the bomb. One is plenty but two is suicide, which is why I had to loosen the buttons on my vest.
Then we played a game of darts. They have those new darts shaped like little guided missiles but I couldn't hit the target. My buddy Sam is way better at launching the missiles than anybody. He throws them so fast that they sound like a low-flying plane...
Well done! Let us know when they come to your door.
That should be enough to start the alarms and get you moved up towards the top of the list.
Wave goodbye to the nice drone!
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That was the best laugh I’ve had reading something online... in months. I just kepts laughing and laughing and there was more and more and it just compounded. I love your style, sir.