Stop Snitching

Right. So I was looking at some online porn at work today, just like I always do after lunch. That’s when I heard someone gasp behind me.

“Oh my god!” This was Gus the Copyboy, who promptly dropped the stack of papers he’d been holding. He was white as a ghost, and did some sort of weird, cross-like voodoo ritual over his face and chest.

“What’s a matter, boy?” I asked, retrieving his dropped papers. Recognizing them as work orders, I promptly placed them in the circular file. “Ain’t you never seen a woman go down on a horse before?”

Long story short, he hadn’t, and the end result was him taking an unfortunate tumble down the emergency stairs before he could make it to HR’s offices. Word to the wise.

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