Pop Goes Weasel One

They hurt me. I hurt back.
Such behavior has consequences. FH popped himself this morning and is officially doorknob dead, which cements the imminent demise of DS.

DS is suffering profusely as we speak, and tomorrow we will double his pain. On Friday, we double it again. If smart, he will follow the example of his pal. If not, we have a clear shot. Probably Monday.
Another tombstone, marked DS, coming soon to a blog near you.
I kid you not, although metaphor, this stuff is real. If it were fiction, it wouldn't have taken so damned long.
1 Comments:
As I've said before, I don't get your job. I'm glad I don't.
So people tried to fire you, but couldn't, so you got FH and DS to realize that if they didn't resign, they would be fired. FH has resigned, and if DS doesn't, you will have him fired.
Yes? If we ever work together, please tell me to leave you alone.
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