Attacked by vipers
…who were viping and vashing our office vindows. And I wasn’t really attacked, more like I was driving by and had just rolled down my windows in anticipation of swiping my parking access card, when I read a sign: Caution, men working above. And right at that moment, splat, water hit my windshield and my bare arm. Dirty window water from filthy squeegees.
It just led me to think, wouldn’t it be funny if I gained access to the window washing gear, and navigated it to the 10th floor where several key execs work in my company, and lingered outside their windows until they noticed me? Or, the alternative would be to do the same, and make a fast motion so as to startle the bejesus out of them. Either way, I’d have prime positioning outside their offices and their full attention. At that point, I would hold up a sign that reads “I Quit!” and based off their expression, all Bob Dylan like, I’d hold up another one that reads “Life!” and jump backwards out of the little window washing cart. Joke’s on you, buddy!
And, I would be on the next unfortunate person pulling into the lot. Dirty chinese body falling from above.
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I think you should do that.
And I think that hedge funds were a misfire for you. Let’s get you a better job. What are your criteria?
Objective: To seek a sugar daddy to fund my full time kept woman aspirations in hopes of becoming a stay-in-bed LADY.
You ready to be my sugar daddy, Denny oh Dens a lot?
Dirty chinese body, huh? Didn’t yo mama tell you to shower before going to work? Pitiful…