It’s a war zone here…each of us has our own bunker (where we hide our heads like ostriches) – our computer screens with headphones on and music playing. We have become so entrenched in our bunker that we communicate with neighbours through the wonders of GTalk.
All this to avoid being bereted! Had a close call today…managed to escape after a brief skirmish. Snack time is a dangerous one. It’s when our guard is down and we are ready to venture out for forage…and there is the beret waiting to pounce!
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ahehehehehe…man working in your office would sure be phun…ahehehehe…keep em’ coming…