Wasn't born yesterday
Yesterday morning at work I discovered a piece of chocolate on my desk. It was part of a larger hunk of chocolate and the portion on my desk was wrapped in the original packaging. I asked the cube dwellers around me if someone had shared there chocolate with me, there wasn't really a response.
It occurred to me that these people don't like me and they thought it would be funny to poison a piece of chocolate and see what happens to the temp. Well, I wasn't going to die for their amusement--if I die for anyone's amusement it will be for a paying audience. So, after staring at the candy for most of the day I threw out the deadly chocolate. One more day of life for me, take that you suits!
I didn't reach 28 by luck. I'm on to all of you. My demise will not be served under flourescent lights!
It occurred to me that these people don't like me and they thought it would be funny to poison a piece of chocolate and see what happens to the temp. Well, I wasn't going to die for their amusement--if I die for anyone's amusement it will be for a paying audience. So, after staring at the candy for most of the day I threw out the deadly chocolate. One more day of life for me, take that you suits!
I didn't reach 28 by luck. I'm on to all of you. My demise will not be served under flourescent lights!
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