Who wants to do homework?

Not me. Ever.

So to pass the time, here are some sweet bacon tid bits.

In the twelfth century, an English church promised a side of bacon to any married man who could swear before God that he has not fought with his wife for a year and a day. This is where the term, "bring home the bacon" originated.

Hmmm, i have this dream. I'm driving a bus, and my teeth start falling out. My mum is in the back, eating biscuits. Everything smells of bacon. It's weird. - Charlie, Lost

Cocoa Crisp Bacon:
Cut into thirds a pound of bacon.
Rub with 3/4 cup brown sugar, 2 tsp cocoa powder, and 1/2 tsp ground chipotle pepper.
Place on baking rack set in a foil-lined, rimmed cookie sheet.
Bake at 350 degrees for 45-60 minutes.

Mmmmm. sounds good.

My work supplies it's

employees with cupboards full of snacks- supplied by the receptionists... well mostly just one. She is cool. And no, it's not me.

anyways

The office supplies: lunch every Friday, on sight massages given by the company masseuse, ski passes, tickets to sporting events, yada yada yada, and the list goes on.

The point is: these people are spoiled.

Everyone who works here is at least 18 years of age. Everyone is an adult and they are supposed to know what to do with a piece of garbage.


You can imagine my delight when i came in to this:






















i guess it's too much to take the box to the garbage.

and

in case you are still wondering:
What kind of people does kajsia work with?






















now you know. this was just hung up in the breakroom.