Hello Mr. Grindstone by Dickie
The first day of work after vacation is worse than being slapped in the face with a rusty cheese grater wielded by a farting four hundred pound gorilla right before you go bobbing in lemon juice for starved piranha while listening to the Grateful Dead.
The magic work fairies that I left in charge apparently were too high on pixie dust to bother getting my work done. So that meant that upon turning on my computer and opening Outlook I was buried with an avalanche of crap, literally. I mean crap actually cascaded off the screen and covered me up. Right now I am using my phone to text this message from underneath piles of crap. Damn those useless fairies.
In conclusion I have to say that I enjoy sitting in a pool with a swimsuit clad wife, drinking a beer, while watching Ruby jump in and out of the pool like a crazy thing more than I like working.
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