It wants sacrifice.
We shouldn’t be allowed to have toys, at least ones that fly. Buying them has become almost a daily occurrence. So Aniel’s idea is to get ones that are confined to the ground. Though Dan remarked that it wouldn’t be long before we would be building ramps and trying to jump them over to neighboring buildings, or playing chicken on the ledge. Either way it’s going to lead to a 10 pound hunk of metal, plastic, and other stuff flying down 13 stories.
If anyone has a safer suggestion for things to occupy our downtime, please let us know by commenting on this post. We’d like to build something cool in order to gain fame and glory on Slashdot or Wired.
I know that no one here loves me for two reasons. First, whenever it is time for lunch everyone goes out without me. Usually to McDonalds, but recently they have discovered a BBQ restaurant serving delectable meats smothered in spicy sauces. I have not been invited. I am the only African American male in this office and I am being denied pork and beef. Nobody loves me.
Second, this past weekend my moral standards were wickedly corrupted as I succumbed to the dancing Mohito. First there was a glass. One which I finished and swore to be my last drink of the evening. Then there was another dancing Mohito. When they dance you have to drink them…it would be rude to do otherwise. Then there was a dancing pitcher. Then there was a dancing restaurant. Nobody loves me.