Ways to go at your boss's expense...
To shuffle from this mortal coil
Drink a pint of boiling oil
If that won't work then smash the printer
And spear your eye with a plastic splinter
Still not dead? Now don't be glum
Shove a stapler up your bum
But if none of this still works out
Fill your mouth with tiling grout
Then run into the bosses room
with a bomb, you both go boom
Take the nearest elevator
cut the cable, meet your creator
Climb up to the highest floor
Jump off the roof just to be sure
Finally, if all else fails,
Pierce your brain with six-inch nails...
The End
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was posted on Jul 7, 2008 by
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