At least the voices in MY head are funny...

I don't even want to know what some of my co-workers' voices sound like.

Today's meeting was the equivilent of two four headed purple urpstroms. And the Terrible Twizzler.

There I sat, listening to accusation after accusation, my sanity stretched so thin that it was the opposite of thick. Fortunately, I was wearing my magical +32 uggs of Smiting, or I never would have made it out alive. As it was, they'll have to be decontaminated, lest the blinding stupidity wear off. (Though I might be happier at work)

(In truth, things got better and there was even an apology)

But next time I'm bringing garlic.