Some folks get Martin Luther King Day off.

(Ok if Shane can cut corners and make a million excuses so can I, i started writing this one at around noon and then got distracted by the ol' lady. so here)

All the warning signs were there to begin with, and I can't believe none of us noticed them until now.
"Will someone get me some fucking scissors over here!"
I scream, scared witless at the sight of Richards body, undulating around the office floor like an electric...fucking...FuckSomethingJesusChrist is that seriously on his neck?!

"Get it the fuck off me!" Richard screamwheezes, his throat is a bit difficult to utilize at the moment. His neck tie's ones of those shithead parasite...monster...alienidontgiveafuckwhat
"All I can find is a stapler." suggests a brand new intern.
"OK YEAH YEAH TOSS IT TOSS IT!"
(click click)
"IT'S FUCKING EMPTY!"

Idiot.

Richards on his feet now and flailing about...no nevermind. He flung his body into a partition.
But really you just don't expect this sort of thing to happen, but it happens so quickly, i mean i sort of saw his necktie's shallow breathing all day i just can't believe i didnt put 2 and 2 you know. Oh my God!
"If some one doesn't cut that thing off, we are so fired!" his secretary shrewdly points out.
We all pile on. Some idiot pulls the fire alarm.

Fuck Mondays.