Jason, that particular position is unbecoming … especially at the lunch room table.
Reminds me of a Simpsons episode, where Home was supposed to be in hell, and the devil was trying to torture him by force feeding him donuts … devil ran out of donuts!
“Shake shake shake, shake shake shake, shake your booty …” (KC & the Sunshine Band)
Get a lawn sweep. Has a big hopper on it and you just push it around your lawn, and rotating ‘brooms’ whisk the leaves into the hopper. When the hopper gets full, you either dump it or put them into one of those paper ‘leaf bags’ for collection. MUCH easier than raking. (I got mine on Amazon)
That wasn’t a raindrop … fat broad just spit on you ….
Problem is, Satchel’s mind moves at a snail’s pace, while Bucky’s mind is whirling around at close to Mach 1 ….
Apparently Jon’s aversion to broccoli is as bad as former president G.H.W. Bush.
Don’t blame psycho Satchel Bucky … he can’t take a hit of ‘catnip’ when he’s feeling stressed.
I find the entire concept of a bird-brained secretary pretty seedy .
You’re going to need something stronger than ‘holy water’ for this job Bucky …