What is it good for?

Sohmer | September 26, 2013

I pretended to wash my hands, hoping against hope that no fecal matter was trapped under my finger nails, and left the bathroom.

Slowly, carefully, I walked through the doorway knowing she was out there. Waiting for me.

Left, right, my eyes darted as I took in the scene. At first glance, things seemed normal. Upon a second more in depth one though, people were working a little too hard. Hands, clenched on mice and keyboards. Eyes, staring only at their monitors.

The silence was palpable. They were waiting.

Whether it was my extreme bravery or my reluctance to ever feel fear, we’ll never know, but whatever it was, I was compelled to leap into action.

With my head down and the scream of the noble chinchilla coming from my throat, I ran towards my office where my weapons waited. But I was too late.

As I stepped into the sanctity of my office, she was there: the smile of the devil on her face as she pulled the trigger.

And shot me in the face.

…our NERF battles are escalating out of control.

-Because I Can.

Quote of the Day

“War does not determine who is right – only who is left.”

– Bertrand Russell