So for the past couple of weeks, a rubber band war has been raging at work. Jeff, my nemesis, has gotten a few good snaps in. I also have gotten some good snaps in. He's better at shooting them than I am but I'm much sneaker and get up close for a good hard snap. Today, the shit got real...
He rubber banded my cabinets shut. Oh he has no idea the can of whoop ass I'm going to open now. I have a saying, don't start it if you can't finish it. I have a whole week and a half to think about how I'm going to get him back.
Beware... Always beware...
