Still More Songs of Experience
The company coffee is not good, and the company fridge ran out of Diet Coke, so I am attempting a Tab. They still make Tab but don’t advertise it—I’ve never tried it before. Turns out to taste something like regular Coke, with even more of that abrasive mouth-wrinkling effect and an unpleasant metallic finish.
Instead of sweets, his ample palate took
Savour of poisonous brass and metal sick:
TAB TAB TAB TAB EOF
A chain of events I’d rather not go into led me last night to accidentally shave a bull’s-eye pattern into the back of my head with electric clippers. I think it will grow out before the wedding. In a spacious office it’s pretty easy to keep people from seeing the back of your head.
i can shave mine in solidarity if you like. obfuscate!
