Today, a friend of mine from work came to my desk with a card and a package for my birthday. He's dating a friend of mine, and the gift was from both of them. The card read:
With a warning like that, I just HAD to have a peek at my desk. Breaking one of the pieces of tape, I pried open the box to reveal this book. "Great," I thought, "and only myself to perform a puppet show for."
After my shift ended, I took the box to my car to see what else was in store for me: a position of the day book by the good people at Nerve.com. After looking to see what fell on my birthday ("doubleclicking"), I went back to cursing my friends.
Honestly, I know they meant it as a gag, but I already know how much sex I'm not having. I don't need friends pointing it out to me as well.
Just thought we would try to help you with your fantasy football! So don't open present here at work. Wait till you get to your car or home.
With a warning like that, I just HAD to have a peek at my desk. Breaking one of the pieces of tape, I pried open the box to reveal this book. "Great," I thought, "and only myself to perform a puppet show for."
After my shift ended, I took the box to my car to see what else was in store for me: a position of the day book by the good people at Nerve.com. After looking to see what fell on my birthday ("doubleclicking"), I went back to cursing my friends.
Honestly, I know they meant it as a gag, but I already know how much sex I'm not having. I don't need friends pointing it out to me as well.
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