This one's funny...

Ok. Guess where I am? You've got 5 chances. I thought about giving you 3, I think that's over estimating your ability to think outside the square. (woah, that's really confrontational, Daspee...why doncha just settle down a little?) Ok, you got 3. McDonalds? No. Burger King? Nope. (If you guess Subway next, I'll scream)

Ok, so I'm at work. It's 20 to 2. Am. What kinda freak am I? Perhaps this place aint so bad.

I mean, there IS a pot plant on the sill. Ha, I just remembered, pot plant is NOT what you think. It's just an or-din-ary plant, in a pot, on a sill. He (or perhaps she? I'm not botanist (nope, it's a he (I just asked him (if he's talking to me, perhaps he is of the pot variaty?))))... eh-hem, HE is probably on the only guy in the building who spends more time than me here. And probably does less work. Only just.

This is great, I'm afraid of being outsourced to a barely living being with no hands.

Nope, I'm not going to go down the track of comapring myself with a plant. And, no, it's not that I feel insecure. You can't tell me good, honest, hard-working people don't feel threatened by a tree in a nice suit. Probably went to law school. I bet his dad knows someone on the board. His dad probably is the board table. Arbour-hole.

I hope next time I'm in a better mood. Anyone got any bright ideas for a topic?