Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
05 December 2008
Try to leave the office at the office.
If my dogs were white with spots and long tails, and didn't have to stay in their pen all day, and I wore a red jacket, and we cut our horses tails off, and I didn't hate cantering down hills, and it was cloudy out, I guess that's like a picture of what I do at work all day.
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2 comments:
I'll trade you jobs.
LOL! Good post. Funny, brief, to the point, pretty much nonsense, very creative. All the best from TSD again!
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