The Journey To HR, Part 7!

(NOTE: I noticed in my last opus I typed “it’s head” a couple times. It should be “its head”. I guess I could go back and correct it, or you could just re-read it again now knowing the error of my ways. Proofread before I post? Me? HAH!)


Giant fire pit.

Bunch of people dancing around it, some in suits, some in sweats.

Every so often they would randomly toss someone into the pit and burn they would.

Then I noticed the giant sign hanging over the fire pit:


So there you have it.

I took in a deep breath and then slowly made my way into the dancing throng.

If someone put a hand on me, I performed a triangulated hop jump reverse side kick on their backside causing them to fly into the displays of Quisp scattered throughout.

Some of the boxes of Quisp landed in the fire pit and they actually smelled quite good.

But I didn’t want to eat at that time. Figured if I did so, it would just cause some more squishy leakage to squirt from my butt.

Finally made it through the retreat and came to a hallway.

At the end of the hallway was (supposedly) HR.

But my way was blocked by a giant clown.

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Stephen Johnson

The idea of building a website with Bob came from Stephen in the days of message boards and chat rooms. We settled on the name and the rest is history. Retired since he hit the ripe age of 25, he spends most his time doing odd-jobs around the house and digging thru trash bins for "stuff that's still good." Stephen has contributed several short stories and hosted the "Lunatic Ravings" column since the beginning (1999). The idea of writing weekly columns came from Stephen before blogs or blog sites ever existed. So, I guess that makes him THE FIRST BLOGGER IN THE WORLD!!!

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