There's someone here in the office who now has 6 apples on his desk. Each day I walk by his desk, and I notice that one more has appeared. There's only two logical explanations for this:
1) He doesn't like apples and someone (possibly his second mental persona) is packing them in his lunch each day. He doesn't have the heart to throw them away or give them away though, and so keeps them on his desk along with those Christmas cards from 6 years ago and that one little stuffed animal he won at the carnival when he was a teenager.
2) He is an evil genius and is developing a diabolical plan to breed mutant, sentient apple-pudding-cups as soon as he reaches a critical mass of apples and pudding cups (so far the pudding cup count remains constant at two). He is hampered in his grandiose schemes by a federal regulation prohibiting him or anyone he knows from buying apples or pudding cups for him. He has arranged a deal with the Redneck Mafia in which they toss an apple through his open car window on the way to work every day; they are still trying to work out how to throw the pudding cups to him without them bursting.
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July 3rd, 2007 on 6:57 PM
I think its ok, as long as you tell me that its NOT Jeremy Pelstring….
July 3rd, 2007 on 8:40 PM
Heh. As far as I can tell, he's on the USS Michigan, and not in my office. Although THAT would make it a really small world.