In my dream I wear a motorcycle helmet and

In my dream I wear a motorcycle helmet and I am the only one dancing in an office. There is this strange beat in the background and then suddenly, pandemonium and chaos. Harlem.

Shaking at work had led to me be fired. It wasn't a dream it was a nightmare. I lay in bed remembering when the boss told us that everyone who took part in the Harlem Shake

was a degenerate piece of animal waste with the mind of an alligator with downs syndrome and the living habits of a meth addicted prostitute hermaphrodite copropheliac from Alabama

University. Bloomberg was interested in an unusual addition to his secret harem. He'd sure show that Christie character! But then he got the phone call from Putin who vacationed in

side the cold, dead, virginal shell that his inner dream life. To do so, Putin would sit, staring at flames for hours until he was totally withdrawn. At this point human life

meant less than nothing and he was ready to begin the board meeting. Putin would call in the waiting board members and begin elucidating on the employee handbook update which

Was less than fifty pages and no gobbledygook. His rival 's employe handbook was 2,578 pages of gobbledygook. It definitely saved trees. Putin valued Russian evergreens, jealously.

-ut hiring me, but I assured him that I had come from a long line of doormats. He then asked if he could possibly fire me before he hired me, and I said yes, of course. So he did.

Standard procedure for government logic! "Income tax is voluntary." "Conscription is not slavery." "Taxation is not theft." "We had to kill them to protect them." etc. et al.