Yesterday, my moustache turned one month old, so I bought it a present. It's grown a ton since 10-17.
This is a sad lonely chocolate covered donut that someone put on the free counter at work. It was there all day and no one wanted to eat it. Its existence initiated a discussion about what type of inside was under the chocolate coating. I naturally assumed it was that dry yellow-cakey inside, but my coworkers seemed to think that it would be chocolate inside and out. Of course, the only solution to this sort of disagreement to make wagers before cutting the donut open to see who was right. The next step of course is to take humiliating photographs of my coworkers doing laps around the office and akwardly doing push ups in the middle of the floor for losing the bet...then posting them on the internet. It was such a good time we that started making more bets involving physical activity as punishment like shooting dry erase markers with a Nerf dart gun. The moral of this story is that my job is pretty much better than yours.
P.s. I had two computers rendering at the same time though the whole office Olympics...I really do work too.
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