I decided to do a little snooping around the office yesterday — you know, see what kind of dirt I could dig up on my employees — and found myself in the main break room shortly after eleven o’clock. No one else was there.
Upon opening the refrigerator, I sifted through the various food items and devoured everything with an ownership label. Hunger sated, I turned my attention to the cupboards.
In the first cupboard, I found nothing special — paper plates, cups, utensils, etc. The second cupboard was equally unremarkable, what with its coffee and filters and mugs. Then I opened the third cupboard.
Inside, my IT manager Melvin Poodle was curled up in the fetal position. He had on swim trunks, flippers, and a snorkel mask. More alarmingly, he was also wearing what appeared to be a beard of live spiders.
“What—” I started, then thought better of it. Pressing an index finger to my lips, I shook my head gently and closed the doors. I then slowly backed up till I reached the break room door, exited out to the hallway, and hightailed it back to my office.
Well, I suppose that will teach me to snoop. Just don’t ask me what Poodle was doing, because I don’t know and I don’t want to know. Anyhow, Internet porn awaits — ta ta.
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