See, the wall by my desk is made of glass and it overlooks the 40th floor. All day long I can hear saxophones and flutes moaning sleepily through the glass wall. Every now and then I'll hear a tune I recognize (I had no idea "Till There Was You" from The Music Man was so popular), but it'll be played by a jazz saxophonist on Nyquil who has no idea that I'm trying to work up here.
I think someone's confused. This is an office building, not a beach-side cabana that serves refreshing pina coladas and delicious hams.
Mmm...hams...
4 comments:
You Called?
Bwahahahaha... Get it, you said Hams and my name is Gray-ham.. Hah hah ah?
*runs off crying*
Matt, if it was you, you are my favorite!! Forky - maybe you should MAKE something happen!
How can he be expected to make something happen with all that smooth jazz playing?! It's like office kryptonite.
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