There is a new trend in our office; everyone is putting names on their food. I saw it today, while I was eating a sandwich named Kevin.
Who was the first to see a cow and think "I wonder what will happen if I squeeze these dangly things and drink whatever comes out?"
I flirted with disaster last night. Now disaster won't stop texting me.
I sometimes go to my own little world, but that's okay, they know me there.