I was eating my favorite Christmas cookies. Loving every second of it. My coworker could do nothing but stare at me like a Zombie. He seemed lost and not quite in this world. All of the sudden a gorilla comes up behind him and jumps on him. He is scared of Gorillas. He stays where he is, frozen and petrified with fear. Later I realize he had a stroke and is brain dead. I had to mail the report of the incident to the state examiner's office for further information, but somehow it got put into the Mis-Directed mail box, where the old men's army of Arizona found it and decided that it was lined with anthrax, and decided to initiate federal investigation to the return address on the envelope. Which happens to be me. :/
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