The Future's So Brite...
With graduation season over, you might be tempted to revel in the heady hopes of a brighter tomorrow, what with all these freshly educated, newly degreed youngins descending upon our workforce and all.
I'm here to fix all that.
This cake was supposed to say - I kid you not - "It's a girl."
That apostrophe placement will be haunting my dreams tonight.
Of course, it's also possible to get the spelling and punctuation perfect, while still completely missing the point:
Granted, this could be a "he said, she said" issue.
Hey, remember when preschoolers were taught to put the square blocks in the square holes, and the round blocks in the round holes?
Do they not do that anymore?
For some reason I'm getting the feeling this is supposed to be a base"ball." Odd.
And remember that toy with the pull string that told you what the dog says?
Do they not have those anymore, either?
Wait. Is that a cat?
Ok, now I'm really confused.
Still, I guess we can take comfort in knowing that these wreckerators won't always be wreckerators:
Eventually they'll get promoted to management.
Thanks to Becky A., Jane R., Stacey S., Jennifer V., & Alissa P., who want to ask that employee in the background, "Hey, why the long face?"
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P.S. For anyone feeling especially Mount Doom & gloom today:
Because one does not simply walk into Mordor. Eh? EH?
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And from my other blog, Epbot:
