In the pic from the office that’s Jeff there on the right. Shortly after the photo was taken the largish gentleman on the left died of a mysterious blockage in his throat. I say it was mysterious only because no one could sort out just what he was doing with an office chair in his mouth. Sometimes, Jeff is not particularly subtle in his complaints.
I really am starting to wonder what’s up with all of these posts about Canadians hassling midwestern American states. I think Jeff may be a closet Canadian that’s pining for his homeland. I say this because I have caught him saying, “aboot” and “eh” on occasion. That and he has quite the vast collection of novelty sweaters and turtlenecks, even though he never wears them since, “It just doesn’t get that cold down here.” It’s that “down here” that really fires up my suspicion, since we don’t exactly live in the south.
I think the parking space in the upper left corner is Jeff’s. The office he works at gave that to him for becoming employee of the month, as some sick joke. However, they forgot about Jeff’s Jedi powers and the next day his car was in his awarded spot. I think he still parks there, even though they stripped him of his title for being too clever by half.
Tune in tomorrow for more fun with Canada and Jeff’s obsession with funny animals.
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