An e-mail with bribery. How fun. Do you know how many of those things I delete. Perhaps that is why we dont have good fortune. By my estimations, the hamster should be dead, the dog howling all night, barefoot and pregnant with kid number 12, you working at Hoagie Hutbut I did glance at that e-mail, so you have been promoted to shift supervisor. Too bad that you are the only one who works that shift. You can now supervise yourself. Whereas before, you could not be trusted to slice a pickle without showing it to the security camera first. Good thing I read that e-mail. The complex you had b/c of the perception that you would improperly slice a pickle was too much for you to bare. So you joined a pickle therapy group. Pickles are our friends and not food was their motto. You didnt tell them your secretworking for hoagie hut where everyday you must slice a pickle for human consumption. The shame of it all.
Luckily I did replyno green hair for me today. After all of those other bad fortunes, I dont know how would I have coped. One thing to be moody like Oscar the grouch. Another thing to copy his fur-style.