There's a Little Yellow Pill
On this overcast dreary Monday morning, what is the first thing I noticed on the floor inside my cubicle? Not necessarily mother's little helper, but a Vivarin instead. Recently, the engineering department moved over to my building, leading me to the conclusion that coffee, alone, is not strong enough for the lead software engineer who now sits adjacent to me. If only it was valium.
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I need to hang around my grandmother more. She's been popping oxycontin for years now.
Valium. Oxycontin.
Either sounds just great when you get to be my advanced age! :D
Snerk!!!