Dead hobo McNuggets

For some reason that one made me choke on my ham sandwich.

You better call your Mama.

(thanks I'll be here all...oh never mind.)


:p:

I went into work with a strange sense of guilt.
I almost believed I was having a premonition that something was going to happen.
Something grim.
I kept casting through my mind for something I had done wrong and steeling myself for being upbraided on it.

Nope, nothing.

That was a relief. Although a foolish one, as I am at least reasonably confident in my role at present.