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(A Comic Without Art)
(Ed. Note: We are experimenting with a new format here. "Dilbert" will return next week.)
My office smelled like shit. Literally. So I wasn't all that surprised to find a pile of turds underneath my desk. I guess I should say I was surprised to find the turds, but the smell led me to believe that I would soon see turds.
Had my boss let his dogs run wild in the office again? Maybe. But these were human. Some bastard thought it would be funny to grow a tail or two underneath my desk.
My cell phone rang. Wah...wah...waaaahhhh..... I don't know why I programmed that accursed ring tone. I reacted by turning off the phone as quickly as I could.
I looked more closely at the human waste. Someone had actually taken the trouble to spell out "T.G.I.F." Even the periods were there to make sure I knew it was an acronym. But it was Monday morning, 11 AM, making the joke all the crueler.
Wah...wah...waaaahhh... Wah...wah...waaaahhh.... I thought I turned it off, dammit!
Date Written: October 21, 2004
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