The Daily Cubicle

I’m still awake, must be my nerotic sleepless self, obsessing over what I have to bring in tomorrow for our “Gee Golly…we have Team Spirit…THanksgiving Department pot-luck lunch” ug. I don’t even eat meat…so, I’m not complaining (free food rocks), but, I can’t help but feel like….”YOUR TURKEYS GREAT AND ALL, but GIVE ME AND MY BOYFRIEND AN F-ing RAISE…I don’t want your turkey!!!!! How will we ever survive trying to raise all 35 children we hope to have within the next year in our 2 bedroom cottage…RIDDLE ME  THIS…Mr. Corporation-Turkey Lover!

Gobble.Blobble.