So my manager walks down the aisle today and announces we are going to have a three legged race.
(...wait for it.)
He say's I'm out of luck. I am taller than the rest, and would be hobbled by shorter teammates.
(...it's too good to be true...hold fire...)
He insists on going on about it.
"It's OK, I can run a three legged race by myself."
Then he turn back to Kay, gets a sip of coffee in his mouth, and he realizes the implications of what I just said.
HE spewed coffee ALL over Kay.
Suggestions of foolish sports have been rescinded. :pwned:
:lulz: That'll show him.
So...A challenger appears...