Just jokes
The synchronized laundry team looked strong today.
You could tell he had already said “come on” many times.
Having now attended meetings with both oversight and undersight, I prefer email.
The last time they said “Just put on the damn shoes,” the argument lasted forty minutes.
He stood there like the bench was the one embarrassing itself.
The Mouth of the Void nearly pulled me in, but I remembered I needed paper towels.
The pancakes had obtained a human host and immediately used it to order pancakes.
She won the building raffle, but the prize was a "unit sanitation event."
"Having reached the end of his larval stage and now enclosed in the safety of the cocoon, this management hopeful’s old form will begin to dissolve and rearrange. If all goes well, he will emerge soon: damp, blinking, and asking for the Q2 numbers."
None of them would admit to being a photo of Derek.
