For most folks the fine line between creative

For most folks the fine line between creative writing and nonsensical jibberjabber is crossed right around

Thursday afternoon, when everyone is tired from working & pissed that there is yet another entire day left. But who is to say what the difference is between creativity & nonsense?

"I Am" said Mogrador as he banged his dark wooden staff on our flimsy office flooring. "It's called discernment." Secretly I enjoyed his stormy intrusions into our cubicle life,

but a deadline was a deadline. I picked up the 2nd quarter report to go to the bosses office, but as I approached Mogrador raised his staff again & yelled "You shall not pass!"

I held up the 2nd quarter report and a box of Orcland chocolates. "I know your wife has you off sweets," I said, opening the box and waving it under his nose. "White chocolate and

skin flakes. We are a love story just waiting to happen. Your wife is welcome to join us when she loses some weight". He looked at the box and grabbed her in his arms and kissed

his teeth. "You fat woman, see what you've done! I'm going to call Jenny Craig for you when we get home!" He then pulled her out of the premises and proceeded to drive home at

"You have been a very bad boy," said the fat angry cop. The cop had made himself at home. Made himself a sandwich in HIS refrigerator. "You know what kind of meat you're eating?"

"No!" said the cop, who kept on eating. "You're eating the meat...of a real...LIVE...mammoth!" "That wasn't the worst bit," answered the cop. "You don't have any mayonnaise!"