In the middle of the winter I was forced into a video conference— three frozen people in the Northern Hemisphere, one guy in the Southern Hemisphere in office dress griping about how they need more air conditioning, and one super-tiny-bikini clad woman with her laptop on the beach, sipping a tall, iced drink.
My goal is to avoid video conferences.
I want to see this one in the artist’s chosen colors.
The subgroup “curmudgeons” was severely under represented in the panic.
No, he would down on his hands and knees trying lick it up.
Sorry, John— in the context of the day, I feel this one stepped over the line.
We have now been introduced to the corporate ancestors to DeBeers.
Somehow I think I know that kid.