Don’t eat the muffin tops … http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&q=“muffin+top”&gbv=2
Every year I try to mention Adolph’s birthday. Very few people see the humor. Based on the suggestion above, I’m now going to add Stalin = Dec 18 & Mao = Dec 26 (dates from wiki) to my repertoire. It’ll be interesting to see how the audience reaction differs.
Happy Boxing / Mao’s Birth Day to you, Happy Boxing / Mao’s Birth Day to you …
Sorta lyrical actually.
I’m with Weird Al on this 
… and then there’s Pretzel Day … !
Today I brought in a small block of cheddar cheese (courtesy of my mother, who had been enjoying this brand for years until recently), a box of crackers, and some cookies past their sell-by date. The cheese was gone by 9:30, and the cracker box was on its side by then too. The cookies aren’t going so fast yet; someone else brought in a bunch of pastries with globs of cheap-looking chocolate all over them.
There’s less than five people who work here, including myself. Occasionally I’ll buy something and find I don’t like it so I bring the leftovers to work. It always disappears. Not as fast at the time I brought Girl Scout cookies (yeah, I don’t like Thin Mints. Heresy, I know), but still it disappears. And no one ever complains.
Course this is the same office where one of the salesmen wears shorts and a baseball cap every single day (and, y’know, a shirt). And swears at the fax machine. And ‘sings’, for values of singing that include sounding like a cat in a blender.
So it’s not like we’re a high class place or nothing.
I brought an assorted Krispy Kreme dozen today. Suddenly I am everybody’s favorite. (When you bring high-value treats it is important to let everybody know who their benefactor is.) Seriously, I bake homemade stuff all the time, but donuts really gets their blood pumping.
No, I do not want a cookie, I said no the first three times you asked me, and woman, you know I’m on a diet. Incidentally, if you poke that packet under my nose one more time, I will break your fingers.
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First Verse:**
Oh, do you know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Oh, do you know the muffin man,
That lives on Drury Lane?
Second Verse:
Oh, yes, I know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Oh, yes, I know the muffin man,
That lives on Drury Lane.
Did you notice the real muffin image in the bottom row on page one? It’s from an Australian Defence Forces web site. Must be one of those new WMD experiments.
I think that’s awesome, personally, but then my son was just born this past Sunday (April 20th), and I busted up laughing when I was told that was his due date for exactly that reason.