Stop. Don’t yell that. And don’t tell anybody that I told you to.
What I’m really suggesting is that you buy this USB Whack It toy for your desk, and whack it instead of your supervising attorneys, passive aggressive co-workers, clueless court clerks, and that guy at Subway that messes up your sandwich every day, even tho’ you’re standing right there.
|It’s Hammer Time.|
I love Whack-a-Mole. In fact, the Whack-a-Mole game and
five two beers were the only way I could tolerate my youngest daughter’s obligatory Chuck E. Cheese birthday parties for more than seven and a half minutes. My hubby once offered that I might even consider another profession other than telepathic miracle worker paralegal the last time I played Whack-a-Mole. (I might have broken one of the little guys, uh, not the sugar-crazed six-year old banshee kids but the plastic moles) But, oh, afterwards, I felt soooo buzzed cleansed.
I’m a little disappointed that this USB version doesn’t come with a hammer…