I'm in an all day meeting today*, so won't be around much to keep you yahoos in line. Please don't burn the place down, and STAY AWAY FROM MY BALLS.
*8 HOURS OF ACCOUNT PLANNING. KILL ME. KILL ME NOW. IF YOU KILL ME NOW, I WILL SHARE MY BALLS.
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Why do the women of the house always insist on deciding who gets to touch the balls? It's so sexist...
Account planning. Today, Janiece's mind will take a break, and consider if it would be easier to kill all the other people in the meeting, or gnaw off her own leg and make an escape.
You should have taken the rum balls with you Janiece, it would have made the mind numbing 8 hours a little more pleasant.
Ah Steve, why would she waste her balls on a mind numbing meeting? This way she has incentive to survive the day.
And Janiece...I'd shoot you now but it's way to late for that, having not had a chance to check the blogs until I got home. Maybe next time. Enjoy your balls.
Account planning? What the hell is that? It sounds mind-numbingly boring, whatever it is...
So. Which did you like better? The Rum Balls or the Bourbon Balls?
Bourbon, baby. Bourbon.
They're my favorite too.
Of course the cocoa and espresso powders don't hurt either.
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