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A Skit No Harm

After a few seconds of disturbing silence had passed yet no one agreed upon the presented agenda, one of the shortest tempered participants kicked the chair, stood up, pounded the table and yelled “let’s adjourn the meeting; I’m tired of it, we have no reason to sit together” and he was the least important person among the group. When he opened the door to step out the room there was a shout behind him “you are fired, SOB” probably it was a CEO or the owner of the company. The short tempered one turned back his face and stuck a finger out and shouted “stick it up your ***,” then shut the door, everyone remaining in the room looked at one another, and laughed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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