Stand by with the Chicken Missile Receiver
So. I may or may not have spent my last two hours of data entry at work today streaming archive episodes of "This American Life" into my earbuds. (We're expressly permitted to listen to stuff on headphones while we work. Relax. And to any current employers reading this: in the event that streaming "This American Life" is not what you meant by "listening to stuff," I did not, in fact, do this, but am presenting it as a purely fictional scenario. Yes, sirree.)
Which brings me to my point: Why did I not know about Chickenman before this?
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Again, this was permitted by office policy, which is a good thing since I nearly convulsed clean off my swivel office chair onto the industrial-grade carpeting knees first, I was laughing so hard.
Which brings me to my point: Why did I not know about Chickenman before this?
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Again, this was permitted by office policy, which is a good thing since I nearly convulsed clean off my swivel office chair onto the industrial-grade carpeting knees first, I was laughing so hard.
I get that reference!