But bear with me--I have to share this one.
I was leading a class revolution against an evil queen. One of our informants snuck to the front to tell me our enemy's greatest weakness:
No matter what kind the recipe called for, we needed to serve the queen only Swiss cheese.
|Via (Viva la revolucion, bitches!)|
And, to prove that life is weird even when I'm awake...
A few days ago, I brought a Cadbury Egg left over from Easter to work. Hey, an egg is an acceptable breakfast food, right? My first bite cracked the whole thing, and I was in danger of it slopping everywhere. So, I did what any food-conservationist would do: I shoved the whole thing in my mouth.
Which of course was the cue for the HR person to approach me for a serious conversation about an interview she wanted me to sit in on.
I'm pretty sure I dribbled.
(True: This is my 100th post. That's 100 posts of meandering drivel and flat-falling jokes, and some of you are still with me. Ain't life grand?)