My boss has this great stash of jerky in his office.
Yesterday he had to go out for a second so I was left to watch it,
his office I mean.
Before he left he told me, "Now, this jerky is poisonous and if you eat one you'll probably die."
Knowing this was a ruse, I still diligently watched the butcher shop all day.
Then, I don't know what came over me, a little piece of that delicious dried and seasoned meat crossed my path and then... oh the mutilation!
Hundreds of pieces of jerky chewed to death by my cruel teeth!
When my boss got in I was scared. What do I do?
I had an idea, and since it involved breaking a lamp I proceeded to do thus.
My boss said, "You brat! You ate my jerky!"
I said, "Well, I broke your lamp and felt so bad about it that I decided to punish myself by eating all your poison jerky."
I am so clever. I still got whaled on, though.
 AbatoireJuggernaut · Tue Jan 10, 2006 @ 08:53pm · 0 Comments |
