Monday, January 07, 2002

What have we done to make the yogurt gods so angry?
First, I exploded a yogurt in the cubicle. Yogurt on carpet. Shoes. Files. Desk. Deciding this looks yummy (the yogurt, not the explosion), C. goes to the fridge to get a second yogurt I'd left there. Comes back with a random, third yogurt. Turns out to belong to the boss.
Oh yogurt gods, we do humbly apologize. White rabbits. White rabbits. Stibbar Etihw. Stibbar Etihw.

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