"One more hour, then I can get out of here."

"One more hour, then I can get out of here." He whispered as he checked his watch. Only one of the doors was closed. He could hear something in his office.

Peeking back into his office, he faced a large round corduroy-encased ass, sticking up in the air from under his desk. "Uh, excuse me," he said. "Who are you & what are you looking

for?" A face emerged from behind the enormous ass, like the end of a solar eclipse. It stared at me. "Is this your desk?" I nodded. "Well, it is not up to office specification

. However, it is my desk unofficially. If you try to take it from me, I will hire men to stop you." She was onto this stubby imp's plot, and he had to come up with a plan. So he

removed all of the office furniture during the night and replaced them all with floor cushions and coffee tables. Heh! He smiled at the discomfort all of the employees will

experience as they attempt to get comfortable on floor pillows, after years of office chairs. And if any of them complained, he would call them nonprogessive and send them packing.

But then the Packing Department got overmanned and productivity went down everywhere else in the office. So he backed off and allowed a limited amount of cubicles for those so incl

usive they would eat sushi off a horse's French military hat. Like Napoleon wore. You can find them in UFO catchers (claw machines) in Japan, among the COVID-19 plushies. They cost

620 billion gay frogs for a for a UFO catcher.