I can't even begin to describe how hard it was not to stare at my boss just now. Not to mention how hard it was to stifle the laughter that is expanding and bubbling and churning in your gut with 100 lbs of pressure behind it. Think of it as a backward fart. Only you giggle. Okay, you probably giggle when you fart too, but I think you get what I'm driving at.
My boss was wearing a gold chain with a quarter dangling from it. That's not all. He had an extra button on his shirt open. He was trying to pimp it yo.
I must go home and giggle my ass off lest the pressure will build up and my butt will explode.
P.S. Halloween pictures will be posted next week. The cuteness will kill you.