Breakfast in bed
Friday, June 9th, 2000I woke up this morning on the kitchen floor with a hot lass beside me. Too much alcohol more often than not leads to weird behavior.
I shot a whopping 88 at the bowling alley last night. Yeee Haaa!!

I woke up this morning on the kitchen floor with a hot lass beside me. Too much alcohol more often than not leads to weird behavior.
I shot a whopping 88 at the bowling alley last night. Yeee Haaa!!
A funny thing happened at the office today. As always, there was dead silence in the MIS office at PDS. Then all off a sudden, there’s a large thump on the window. John, Sam and I get up from our chairs and peer over the edge of the window. We see a crow on the ground… dusting itself out of a daze. And tail between its legs, the silly crow flaps its bent out of shape wings and flies away as discretely as possible, hoping that no one bore witness to the embarassing mishap.
“I guess someone actually cleans the windows in the building,” John chuckled.
This is one of my theories on the situation. The crow probably saw its own reflection in the window, thought it was its long lost twin brother, and then excitedly opted to progress foward. The silly bird probably even slowed the flapping of its wings to duplicate the melodrama of corny love story scene where two lovers drift into each others arms in slow mo. And then whamm!!
My other theory is that the crow probably bought Amazon.com stock at $120 and intentionally rammed itself against the glass out of anger or in an attempt to end its own life.