the colleague seating next to me exclaimed the following upon stepping in to his cube farm this morning, whereupon a wee kite was placed on his desk: "eh, someone's telling me to go fly a kite?"
it's a souvenir from a spastic cow-orker who just returned from a missionary trip to the peopre's lepubrik of wotsit.
obviously said spastic cow-orker doesn't know the implications of inappropriate gifts.
as enscribed by the letter b @ August 30, 2004 03:43 AM