I am crap. It’s official.
Well, not fully crap, but crap nonetheless.
I’ve been treating the work chocolate boxlike it’s the plague so I’ve been good on that front, but one of the guys at work came into a large sum of money today – some compensation payment for an accident he had when he was 11 – and he’s treated THE ENTIRE office to KFC.
It smelt so good – The Colonels special recipe filled the office. Drew me in, I was powerless.
I know it was bad. There is nothing you can say to me that I haven’t already said to myself.
Rounds a shape right?