The young king ate all sorts of animals and parts and pieces and still he wasn’t satisfied. I could eat a horse, the king sighed. And he did.
Tagged: Work (581)
T 3912
They arrived and surveyed the scene, the implied mayhem of upturned furniture. Half-eaten donuts on the floor. I’m going to cry, a cop said.
T 3909
The fart hung in the air, sucking up the oxygen in the room, permeating everything, destroying, but he knew he wasn’t getting the job anyway.
T 3851
There is cake. And some joy. No. Lots of joy. What’s the celebration? he asks, confused. And his boss takes him aside. I fired you, he says.
T 3838
It had been a day of overwork and his brain was mushy so when he saw his boss he said, Nice legs, and she dropped him with a roundhouse left
T 3829
The whistling filled her condo. She grabbed a broom, and walked slowly toward the den. Some guy was taking her TV. I’m working, he shrugged.
T 3826
The businessman ordered an egg sandwich on wheat and a coffee for lunch at the dinette everyday. He never left a tip. Because he was lonely.
T 3824
He stopped working and listened to the quiet hum of the office. The sound of hard work. He stood up to witness it. But the office was empty.
T 3819
The debauchery of youth gives way to a magnificent corner office. Tailored suits cover the tattoos but the frequent sighs uncover a lot more
T 3048
The teacher wanted to impart the lesson of “you can have too much of a good thing” on her charges but after last night she didn’t believe it.
