They blamed each other, of course, but at the end of the day the fact remained: their Soccer ball was broken, and neither of them had any limbs.
Sadly, the bakery's only spell-checker was also furloughed.
They'd warned her it was a crap job, and they were right. Still, Rhonda might have managed, if it weren't for that rotten Yellow Ridgeback smirking at her every morning during cage clean-out.
Thanks to Mikey T., Mary Ellen K., & Emily H., who know that look all too well if they've ever owned a dog. (Right?)