On the third day of Christmas, My true love gave to me...
Puke, in the parking lot!
I pull in on the street by the office and step out into a pile of puke right as I open the door. Yuck!
Then, the next place I go, OfficeSlax, I step out into a slippery mess--yup!--a Burger King bag filled with puke.
My hipster shoes were all slimy on the bottom, but I wiped them extra well on the mat at their entrance.
The vomit looked very similar to the other vomit. I wonder if the same person preceded me exactly with some sort of stomach ailment. And what kind of omen is that? Am I marked as the next puker? Or am I just the pukee?
Puke, in the parking lot!
I pull in on the street by the office and step out into a pile of puke right as I open the door. Yuck!
Then, the next place I go, OfficeSlax, I step out into a slippery mess--yup!--a Burger King bag filled with puke.
My hipster shoes were all slimy on the bottom, but I wiped them extra well on the mat at their entrance.
The vomit looked very similar to the other vomit. I wonder if the same person preceded me exactly with some sort of stomach ailment. And what kind of omen is that? Am I marked as the next puker? Or am I just the pukee?
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