That sounds like the title to a childrens "edutainment" program, doesn't it?
It's not. It's my workplace. Though it is pretty juvenile.
Yesterday, because our office is oh-so-pretty and pristine, a dead bug flew out of the air vent and onto my head. Laughter ensued--but not mine.
Today we're popping bubble wrap. Not just any bubble wrap, though, the big, industrial-sized-bubbles bubble wrap. Our boss said we have to.
I'm not sure whether we just crack up easily, or if we're just cracked.
(True: I never cared for that magazing, but Spy vs. Spy was pretty awesome...)