Olympic fever has even hit my office - next week we're hosting our very own Olympiad, complete with sad little games that include:
Balance beam (on a piece of duct tape)
100-yard dash (in a rolling chair)
Swimming relay (which doesn't involve water; merely pantomiming the strokes while wearing goggles and flippers)
Archery (shooting mini-marshmallows)
Hurdles (over boxes of paper)
Should be tough. My co-workers better be relieved that I'm judging, so can't compete. I shoot a mean mini-marshmallow.
IHGB #342: The Tortured Poets Department
2 days ago
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