I just got some candy from the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Idea basket (constantly filled with delicious name-brand candy) at the front desk at work because I am stress eating, and after I sat back down at my desk and ate it, I thought,
That wasn't the candy that I wanted. (What was the candy that I wanted?) Well that candy didn't fulfill me as a human being.
...
Oh, wait.
Then my eyes rolled so hard they got stuck somewhere up by my hairline.
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