Naturally, I expect all eyes to drift toward Denny Dance, given my preternatural fertility. Lord knows, although some say the workplace is off limits for discussions of carnality, I treat the topic like a liver at a frat party.
The next thing I know, Debs says "there must be something in the water around here."
Naturally, I replied "like what, my balls?"
I was then rudely sent home by Easy Ed Verhowski (who I have a bit of a history with). Does anyone out there know what an unpaid suspension pending formal termination proceedings means?
I don't either. I hate that Orwellian HR Officespeak that's all the rage today.
So was Denny totally, completely, unambiguously 100% in the right today?
I'll take your silence as a healthy, empathetic affirmation.
Confident,
Denny DelVecchio
3 comments:
Maybe because the visual is so visceral. As in, you go for a nice drink of water and you get these chunky glue-bits instead. Then suddenly, you self tester turns pink and you're popping out little Dennys, because only Denny would unload in the watercooler, prankster that he is.
I would never befoul a public drinking receptacle.
Wait, was someone being mean to me first?
Welcome single.
I am a handsome devil, aren't I?
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