And The Winner Is...

.Well! I must say, I am very offended! Whichever one of you minions won my contest didn't bother to post a reply, thereby leaving all of us in suspense as we waited for someone, anyone, to come forward and claim the ultimate prize of writing wonderful things about me! And so, since the winner did not reply, I have appointed a winner. So, today we will read a guest post by Pure Poison:

Mysterious #111...this person who will remain nameless and therefore pretty much anonymous failed to enter in their praise and glory of our fearless yet evil future priestess of world-domination. Therefore, with bruised and battered shoulders, I shall carry the burden alone of submitting my own rambling and incohesive rant.

Now this opens the door to endless possibilities, but let's stay on the subject of creepy men, since we've all encountered one from time to time, or in some cases on a daily basis. Now you expect this to come from your toddler...toddlers, as most of us had experiences, have little to no problem in sticking the unknown into their mouths from time to time. We've all caught them exploring for those golden nostril nuggets and, to our disgust, proceeding to taste-test this gooey,sticky substance.

Fast forward to present day...you're sitting in your cube, eyes dropping and head beginning to nod down, then back up. As you wipe the sleepiness from your eyes, you look at your surroundings and catch a glimpse of the creepy dude in the cube next to yours. You notice that the hip of his finger had become lodges in his nose. You begin to wonder...is his brain leaking out? Does he get better reception from his iPod this way? But before you have a chance to look away, he removes his finger and proceeds to dine on the new-found delicacy on his fingertip.

You try to suppress the gagging noises coming from your throat as you race down the hallway. The moment becomes surreal and you begin to question your own sanity. Now, you knew the creepy dude in the next cube was a little odd, but you tried to ignore his peculiarities. But this is just too much. Certainly your boss wouldn't expect you to work under these conditions. Creepy dudes should be locked behind closed doors where no one can see them. Or at least behind 2 foot thick glass so that those who desire can observe from afar. Coincidentally, there is an office that resembles a glass-enclosed monkey cage. You pity those poor souls that have to work in there. You feel like throwing peanuts as you walk by. They look so defeated in that little room.

As you continue to walk around, you soon realize that you can't walk the hallways forever. You know your boss will not be sympathetic to your plight. So, reluctantly, with eyes averted, you trudge back to your own cube, realizing that you have to spend the rest of your days next to the booger-eater. Gross!

Wonderful post, Pure Poison! (and I won't even point out that the initials for "pure poison" are "PP." Like...pee pee! Ha! Yes, I am being juvenile. Who gives a shit?) So now, minions, do you see what you missed out on? The opportunity to tell the whole world about the things that you hate, the things that bug the crap out of you, the people you long to kill? But Pure Poison took advantage of it, in true Temple of Boredom fashion! And so, today (and today only) you must worship her as you would worship me! All hail Pure Poison!

Okay, now shut up, Pure Poison. This is my little world, after all.