December 4th, 2006 by 
Phil Stewart
After a whole bunch of work and sucking down almost all of my sauce packets, I have finally come to a conclusion while doing some mad calculations on my typewriter. The conclusion: I need to wear a toga to work. Even the mutant goldfish thinks it's a good idea and everybody loves a toga. I'm trying to do a whole bunch of work and not get fired so I will need one that's wicked bad.
The toga conclusion came after my unmentionables quit printing and I ran out of clothes to wear while working under the stairwell. I need clothes so I don't get fired. I tried to buy some clothes down the street but I haven't got paid yet and they wouldn't take cheetos or a Wicked Bad Mega-Sucker (tm). And Cracky closed his laundromat last week so I can't clean what I got. I think Cracky had a raid and some bad roaches. We need a roach game.We don't have a washing machine at work but I've got a bucket, some paint chips, and a dead pigeon (don't worry, he is ok with it). My typewriter says I should be able to keep a toga clean, and should wear it to work every day. I sure hope I can keep it clean because I only have one pigeon.
So this is my new plan to get ahead at work. Maybe someday I can get a Nacho Cheese and Salsa Factory, but for now I will eat sauce packets and wear my toga to work. I sure hope my calculations are correct.
What a good day!
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December 8th, 2006 at 11:20 pm
[...] Well, I tried the toga thing, but it didn’t go very well. My boss’ shifty eye didn’t like it very much and I couldn’t stay busy because togas don’t have pockets for my sauce packets. My typewriter didn’t think of that! Plus, I think my toga cleaning detergent is bad. I probably need more pigeons. [...]