Talk about the poison pen:
Snakes! On a motherfuckin’ pen!
These trinkets were available to attendees of my company’s fall picnic today. There are days when I want to light myself on fire instead of coming in for the day (early morning, regular business hours, evening, night, weekend — whichever), but then there are days like today when I’m fed and too stuffed to think. As you can tell, I’m doing everything within my power from getting started on real work. …