Yes, overtime is down and I was beginning to feel like a real human. And then this happened.
Damn.
First, I'm feeling all right, plowing through the vinyls, chipper than a chipmonk in whatever chimpmonks like. Mine mostly bark at me.
Then I decide to check up on what's happening over at the Whatever, where we (that's the royal we, BTW) were playing with the trolls yesterday.
Now I'm a shambling undead mumbling, "brainz," in response to work orders and wondering if chipmonk brains would make a good appetizer. Sigh.
3 comments:
Hmmm...Chipmonk brains. No wonder the undead-American dog is always chasing them!
It's a good thing you mentioned where this started, I was lost. I just figured some people had too much time on their hands.
kemcco, I still think we have too much time on our hands.
janiece65, it's also why my undead-cat is so facinated with them.
Mmmm, chimpmonk brainz, rowrrrr, purr purr purr
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