Friday, November 6, 2009

A hard night out on the tiles


Gather 'round all you slug adventurers! I present to you a slug drawing that is only a day older than a day-old loaf of bread! Fresh as the morning dew! It is a rare event indeed.
What we have here is a complete lack of consideration for the fragile brain which is expected to be alert and ready for a new and hopefully profitable workday. Adult libations entered the delicate digestive tract and all reason and logic was lost for a time. It all started when Mr. Lunchbox invited his co-worker out to dinner the previous evening. The restaurant was nice, and had a bar and discoteque in the next room. The brightly colored lights and thumping rhythm of the dance floor made the weary workers spring back to life and dance the night away! By the time they left the restaurant, the full moon was setting in the western sky and it was nearly time to return to work. The last thing that Mr. Lunchbox remembered saying was, "I don't get out much. Let's get another round." Mr. Thermos recalls nothing.
The bartender ordered the two a taxi cab and poured them into it, with directions home, written on a napkin, of course!
Mr. Slug knows that both of his employees are normally on time and completely alert every morning. He knew something was amiss when he observed the two scofflaws drinking copious amounts of water from the water cooler in the breakroom. Mr. Thermos was filling up on glazed doughnuts while Mr. Lunchbox was quietly sitting under the table with his flap hanging crookedly to one side, moaning and muttering incoherently.
Mr. Slug was young once, he has seen it all and done it twice. Before any other employees spotted them, Mr. Slug did a very honorable thing. It was a gift, a gesture of thanks for a job that is normally well done.
Being the kind and generous slug that he is, (wait for it..........) Yes, you know what is coming next...................
Mr. Slug was a hero and let them slide home for the day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

7 comments:

Snowbrush said...

Maybe Mr. Slug is working on a new supermarket, one that will be welcoming, of and convenient for, slug shoppers. Let us hope so. No houselady should have to risk the perils you do just to keep food on the table.

Lena said...

I hate slugs - but I'm weirdly drawn to this blog!

Hooray for Slugggywood! Geddin'!

Teri and the cats of Furrydance said...

Thanks (the cats say Fangs) for stopping by our blog and humming, or strumming Peacefully.

Your blog always makes us smile (the cats say Purr) and somehow reminds us of another of our favorites (maybe it's the mention of beverages or how slugs can sometimes act like kids)...I think you might enjoy it

http://wereingoodshape.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-are-you-limping.html

Owen said...

Oh what a magnificent magnanimous slug Mr Slug must be... how lucky you are to have him for company. And hopefully the two irresponsible drunken louts, errr, sheepishly repentant employees, won't repeat that stunt anytime soon. Oh my, reminds me of a time when I somehow managed to consume far too much tequila on a work night in San Diego in my youth, and spent the next morning at work hiding in a little used office doing things in the trash can that don't bear mentioning or remembering ...

PS and my word verification is "ingstch", which is exactly how I felt that day, very, very INGSTCH !

babbler said...

Dear Snowbrush, Lena, Teri, and Owen,
Thanks for the wonderful comments! It was exciting and fun to see what you had to say about this latest falderal.
And Now....I bring to you something very special. I won't make you wait too long either. Please stay tuned........
The word verification for this message is "desize!" You will see how fitting it is, indeed!

Snowbrush said...

Lena "I hate slugs - but I'm weirdly drawn to this blog!"

Just remember, Lena, on romantic comedies, the girl always ends up marrying the guy she started out hating, so this obviously means you're destined to marry a slug. Let's just hope it's not Mrs. Slug's hubby.

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