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I think my boss may be losing it.
I mean, I should know, right? I am a professional ... Incidentally, this is the replacement boss for the boss who went crazy and just stopped showing up to work.
He comes in yesterday and starts telling us all about this dream he had the night before.
You know that commercial for the flea and tick medicine, with the really cute yellow puppy at Summer Camp? And he goes around singing "There ain't no bugs on me, there ain't no bugs on me, there may be bugs on some of you mugs, but there ain't no bugs on me." That one.
So anyway, he has this dream were all the patients in the Center Hall organize a revolt. This is very far from the truth. The nuts on Center Hall couldn't organize their way down to the Cafeteria, much less manage a revolt.
So, anyway, havoc is breaking loose, and they all break out in song ...
There ain't no meds in me
There ain't no meds in me
There may be meds in some of you SPEDs,
But there ain't no meds in me.
That's how my week is going.
Seriously.
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