Let me explain. Our thin mints turned up missing this morning and Girl Scout Cookies are like Crack over here. The only personnel in the building overnight were the stuffed animals. None would talk (except Daffy, but we couldn't understand him with that lisp).
So I had them line-up and ordered the Captain to make them give it up. It was obvious to me that Fat Bear ate them, but Li'l Pink has been an issue in the past, so you never know. The Penguin got happy feet, so he took the first round. We let Blue Boy off because he is just so damn cute.
See what happens when you separate people from their families for 6 months or more . . .
72 days to go.
5 comments:
Dude, that's exactly why you shouldn't bring guns into the workplace. Looks like your captain is going postal.
That looks like an interesting map on the wall though.
I can send you cookies...
Some guy showed up in cammo with a gun and stuffed animals in LA this week. They arrested him and are holding him on a $250K bond. I'm just saying.
You have lost it. But I think the real question is why do you guys have so many stuffed animals?
Now that is funny...a side of your humor I have not seen mr. pressed pants and starched collar.
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