1. You are suddenly, viciously, and unexpectedly attacked by a flock* of pink plastic flamingos. (I'm still too traumatized to talk about it. All I will say is, a) yes, I am developing a nice set of bruises on my legs, and b) people should warn you if they are planning on falling into your cubicle while carrying plastic flamingos, and c) what's ( Read more... )

For the record, the only reason I am liberating the hot chocolate from this poor mug is that it seems so miserable in there. I'm thinking only of its benefit. Really.