Win Friday 12-10-22

He slipped in without anyone hardly noticing he had arrived except for him slamming his office door behind him.

Moments later he emerged.

The sick smell of gin still oozing from his sweat glands.

You could feel the hinders puckering throughout the office.

Another day, a new tirade.

Slamming the door behind him in the director of sales is office nex to his, one could only imagine the conversation that was unfolding.

Both men were Mr Magoo's.

They may have even been out drinking together the night before.

Elks - Eagles, don't remember which.

Several minutes past and he once again emerged.

Let the puckering begin again.

As he strolled the outer corridor of the mosh pit no one even look up and acknowledged him as he walked by.

They feared he would enter their space they just pincered tighter.

Ultimately it found an office and the door slammed, as the on slot of screaming took hold.

An immense relief and joy filled the atmosphere as the office returned to the hustle and bustle of the morning.

He would only blister one.

This occurrence was usual rather than unusual.

I'm truly blessed that I was forced to escape when I did.

How unfortunate for those who couldn't or wouldn't.

Do the times we live in somewhat relate?

What good can come from living in tyranny.

It's time to stand up and say no more! #dbrn