She's OVAH!
Merry Christmas all.
Yep, all that was left to do as of 2 PM was divide up the destroy packages.
At my office, all the punks know the pecking order - I get it all.
Unfortunately, this year, Ray Ray didn’t see it that way.
Ray Ray is the station’s Ops manager, who completed three tours in Iraq (six confirmed kills), and as far he was concerned, this year, his family was going to take possession of the shrimp.
I was suspended earlier today, and didn’t expect to see anyone at the station after hours. Unfortunately, Ray Ray and I met at the refrigerator where the shrimp were being stored. Our eyes met, and we knew it would be a battle to the death.
Ray Ray didn’t take me very seriously at first. I’m from a pampered background, and he’s from the inner city (not to mention his military background).
Consequently, he wasn’t expecting me to make the first move. Luckily, I brought a razor blade to the festivities, and went to town on his shoulder - slash, slash, slash.
Ray Ray was cut up pretty bad, and had rage in his eyes, but I wasn’t done. I noticed there was some salt leftover from a Costco picnic the station had earlier in the year. While he was distracted, I poured the salt into his open wounds and he went

ing ballistic.
Once he recovered, I don’t remember the exact number of blows I took to the head, but I think it was about fifty.
Battered and bloody I fell against the steak sandwich station they set up for peak. How ironic, earlier in the the week I told my manager my palette was too sophisticated to eat such marginal food, but now I was about to get a face full!
The Au Jus pot was still three-quarters full, and Ray Ray was literally and figuratively smelling blood.
He submerged my face into the pot, and then started to laugh maniacally as my breathing became less and less frequent.
In an act of desperation, I reached up at his face, and somehow got my fingers inside his eye socket - pop!
Ray Ray started screaming in terror, as his right eye was dangling. I was still throwing up Au Jus, but I noticed a loaf of the senior’s home made bread that went uneaten during the holiday “party” (surprise, suprise it’s hard as a rock) - smack, smack, smack, and then I heard a crunch.
Ray Ray looked at me with a vacant stare, uttered “you always had a decent gap report,” and then took his last breath.
Sadly, when I got home with the shrimp, my wife didn’t even ask me any questions, even though I was bleeding in several places, and my face was scalded from the Au Jus.
Merry

mas everybody!