I hide Easter eggs as work. It makes Monday morning a lot more fun when you have 80 engineers suddenly act like small children over some candy.
I also hate obvious statements. I respond to them with sarcasm. I can’t help it, it’s a reflex.
So I carry a big grocery bag of Easter eggs into the office past security. The guard looks at a big bag of Easter eggs and says…
“Easter eggs?”
“Nope. Clown testicles.”
I just can’t help myself.
Heeeere’s your sign!
I just ate some clown testicles this morning!
^^^^ And that is why we won’t let Weer go out unsupervised…