He slowly s l o w l y pried the cap off the

He slowly s l o w l y pried the cap off the 22 oz'er under his desk. A seeming success, he glanced around. Nobody noticed. Then he poured the stout into an opaque mug. Ahhh Friday.

Just then: "FARLEY! Get in my office NOW!" S**T! Kicking my spilled beer under my desk, reluctantly rose, pasted on a professional demeanor, and went my boss' office to find out

His eyes were all red and this is what he said, "I promote you Senior Executive Pot Head." Sweet Jesus I thought, I've risen to the top, now all I need

is a raise so I can buy more weed. As Senior Executive Pot Head, my 1st order of business was to figure out my duties which the CEO Pot Head had written on a piece of paper somewhe

re. Oh f*ck man, I think I smoked it. I know, let's have a board meeting and brainstorm what our company's mission is. I asked My Executive Pothead assistant to inform to board

my pets for the week, as I'm going on vacation. During the board meeting to uncover our company's mission, I remembered why I like meetings so much: I get to catch up on my sleep.

When I woke up the meeting was over. I took up sip of my coffee and realized it was cold. Then I noticed the lights were off and nobody was in the office.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a slumped body. Not only was he dead, but it was me. A cleaner came in, saw my body and screamed. I tried talking to her but she took no notic

e. I'm not stupid. I knew what had happened. I was happy, even. I had always wanted to know what happened to people when they... you know. Died. And so this is it. It's so soft...