16:00... zero hour! For it is at this time that I am pulling the ejection handle on the pilot's seat of this sleek, cube shaped craft careening out of control on it's way to a crash landing in the middle of another mind-numbing week of white collar hell. If my calculations are accurate (I'm screwed), I'll land softly in the passenger seat of my wife's comfy lear jet (SUV) speeding toward the Pittsburgh Intl. airport for a connection to paradise, Charlotte! Ok, maybe not paradise (no offense NC), but at least one step closer.
... sniff sniff... is that rum punch I smell??
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