This site cracks me up. It really does.

This site cracks me up. It really does. I could sit here and add lines to stories all day long. My coworkers constantly wonder why I'm cracking up at my desk.

How do they kill time, fantasy sports? Idle chatter? Bah. All I need are FoldingStory and a clear view of the secretary. A little to the left.... perfect. Uh-oh, the boss! I need

to stop forgetting what daily multivitamins I swap out for viagra for my April fools pranks on my kids each year. Is that why they have been

"they" for so long. It added up. Made sense. Seemed likely. Now I know why people always attribute those cliche's to the "they." You see, it's the viagra that revealed the truth

. I swallowed the truth & the truth set me free...or so they said. I broke free of my reverie, standing fully erect perhaps for the first time in my life, hungry for Doritos. They

were never allowed when I was growing up but dammit my forefathers died facedown in the muck for my freedom and it was my free choice to stuff my face with Doritos Extreme kickin

' chili flavored chips, in the middle of a work day. At first bite, they were so crisp, the sound echoed thru the whole office, woke my boss from his afternoon siesta, and soon I

had a whole crowd of moochers surround my cubicle. I quickly hid the bag under my desk, but they could tell from my orange dusted fingers. "These Nacho Doritos, they're mine!"

I unsheathed the lethal point of my fountain pen and waved it threateningly at the crowd. "Back to your cubicles," I snarled. "Possession of the Doritos is 9/10ths of the law!"