So I was in the breakroom waiting to punch back in from lunch, and on the counter next to me was a cucumber, evidently one of many from a co-worker's garden, next to a sign reading "Help Yourself."
I couldn't help but notice the size of this cucumber. It was long. It was wide. It was quite fleshy and firm. It was a cucumber straight outta BALCO Farms, is what it was.
And I found myself staring at it thinking "Easy there Freleigh, get your mind out of the gutter! Okay, think it but don't say it, I guess. Actually, don't even think, because then you will say it."
I blame the sleep-deprived state I was in at the time, and still am.
I couldn't help but notice the size of this cucumber. It was long. It was wide. It was quite fleshy and firm. It was a cucumber straight outta BALCO Farms, is what it was.
And I found myself staring at it thinking "Easy there Freleigh, get your mind out of the gutter! Okay, think it but don't say it, I guess. Actually, don't even think, because then you will say it."
I blame the sleep-deprived state I was in at the time, and still am.
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