“It’s none of your business whether I’m a Wiccan or not, Bill.”
Wickin’ not Wiccan. You know as in Working.
Better walk away before you get your wick pinched.
None of your wicking business!
Too bad the candle at the desk isn’t a pagan. His coworker could then ask…“Are you WICCAN HARD or HARDLY WICCAN”? ;-D
Everybody’s working for the wick end…
Oh, go burn at both ends, you jerk!
Yeah, there are always drips when you work with candles. And you should see the flame wars…
He used to be a bright light at his old company…
but the office was way out in the sticks…
But here, he’s struggling to fit the office mold….
having to put up with drips and half-wicks…
He understands why the last guy got burnt out in this position.
But look at his family in that picture.
He met his wife hanging out at a crafts fair…
She was the prettiest one there.
And even after two little ones… she still has a youthful glow.
He’ll stay here for them….
That’s the whole ball of wax.
Butcher, baker, fwickin’ candle-schtick maker.
At least it isn’t Dagwood and Mr. Dithers of the Blondie comic strip – candle style.
An old flame trying to rekindle
“I’m so tired of hearing about your Brazilian butt wax.”
He’s probably just working on his TPS reports.