I think I am getting unfunnier by the day.
I write funny no longer. I read funny no longer. No wait, make that - I read no longer.
I dream about work. Everyday. Every-single-fucking day.
Maybe I should turn up in office one day wearing just a jute bag, go slap a few people around me and then take a dive off the emergency exit.
Nobody will take me seriously after that. Ever.
Problem solved.
Hey - happened to run across your blog..
ReplyDeleteMay I suggest http://www.drones.com/pgw.cgi/
to strengthen that funny bone :)
it takes only an F5 button!
Don't forget to invite me to your office the day you plan to do that!!!
ReplyDeleteQuite ambiguous a statement I must say :P
ReplyDeleteMeant to be so, perhaps?
Btw, when do I get to employ all those innovative excuses I have thought up?
ReplyDeleteYou dont dream about work. You have nightmares about work. Shudder
ReplyDelete@Darshit - yes, it will be a party ;)
ReplyDelete@Kavity - Soon my darling, hold your horses :)
@Vinay - Yes, they mostly are. Nothing good ever happens when I am dreaming.
You got your subcharge? Where?
ReplyDeleteSounds like a plan!!!
ReplyDeleteIt will be a sight :).. !!!
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