[the battle]

brian and jenn gave me 3 bags of candy. i took in a bag of candy a day to work.

my boss is really cool and nice. i am really nice and cute.
my boss likes candy. i like candy.
my boss loves chocolate. i love chocolate.
my boss has diabetes. i have bags of candy on my desk.

he looks at my candy stash, and then looks at me.
and i give him the "take some if you want" look.
he gives me the "damn straight cause your my bitch" look.
and i give him the "maaaan" look
me: feel free to take some if you like
boss: goody!


reaches over and takes the kit kat.

i was about to slap his hand. not the kit kats. that is mine!!
but too late. he ate it.
walked away.

4 hours later,
comes in and takes my snickers.
again i was about to slap his hand.
first kit kats, and now my snickers.
his tyranny must end.

so this morning, i ate all my favorite candy before he could get any.
within 9:30am-9:40am i did work on my candy.
now all thats left is lemonheads (ew), laffy taffys (eh), and sweet tarts (more like sweet farts).
but now i have a tummy ache.

its okay. sacrifices must be made.
my boss walked in.
stared at my candy.
boss: wheres the good stuff? i guess i'll take your last hershey.
SWEET MOTHER OF MERCY THERE WAS A HERSHEY LEFT?
how did i not see that!!


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