During the 15-minute-or-so break that Frage and I took today to get sympathy about our respective jobs...
Frage: "I'm not a manager or a supervisor, but somehow the circus is mine."
UIM: "Other folks just keep assigning you monkeys."
Frage: "And I did not want responsibility for these poo-slingers."
Frank: "Now, I'm just imagining two monkeys in cowboy outfits facing off at high noon in a town, with holsters full of poo."
Reactions by other folks after I shared the above bit:
'Backer (my cousin): "I'm going to commission someone to draw that, and put it up on the wall above my home desk."
Shell (my brother): "This town ain't big enough for the poo of us."
UIM: "I am now scared `Backer will make it an NFT with that title, and somehow I'll be responsible legally for whoever he sells it to."
Stringer (my other brother): "Non-flingable turds."
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