About three slides into the PowerPoint deck,

About three slides into the PowerPoint deck, I knew I was in trouble. Mr. Bridge locked the conference room door, and the Chairman leaned forward, his index finger

s massaging slow circles into his temples. The Chairman looked up at me and said 'You are without a doubt the biggest fuckup in this company." I was flabbergasted. Mr. Bridge put

in "and your tie doesn't match either". I could deal with being called a fuckup in front of board, but this comment about my fashion sense went beyond the pale. My vengeance

was taken out in an interpretive dance-off. I decided to dance in the style of old-school mid-80s break dancing to the beat of the Electric Boogaloo. My opponent, chose to

use the music from the first; "Star Wars bar scene" dressed like the Blue woman with three breasts performing a "Northwest Loggers STOMP in Corks! But I chose the High Road

Truckers which was the show that Ice Road Truckers beat out. High Road Truckers was about transporting goods while higher than kite on weed, meth or anything that

made driving an entertaining but jolting experience for both the driver and viewer. In two un-aired episodes, some teamsters decided to embrace their mortality after a smoking DMT

bar of quality. Thankfully, this meant that nobody had to watch the program. If they had, they would have been brainwashed and made to rampage through downtown Tokyo dressed as a

group of wide eyed Badtz-Maru (punk friend of Hello Kitty) cosplayers. Rubber tuxedos waddling up the shopping district. The national guard was called in. Penguin riot.