I am bitten all over by cats, whom I am convinced are working for Wall Street.
They line us up beside the river. “As you know, there are ten employees. We are going to toss nine pieces of paper into the water from the bridge. You will all dive in, and whoever does not come up with a piece of paper will be fired.” Only the Working Class Boy and I refuse to dive in. We are both fired. Our employers think it is very funny that the paper is pink.