Many years ago the company I worked for had a picnic like you describe.
We felt it an appropriate time to bake some marijane brownies and take to said picnic.
We baked up about three trays, ran some low grade, but abdudantweed through the old food processor.
The decadent group meet at my house, ate a really kick ass bunch and took off. We laid out the brownies at the picnic and watched the old fucks and rednecks start chowing down. There was a couple kegs of beer, and some bottles there, so they just thought they were hammered on a LITTLE bit of alcohol, but they were busitng their asses laffing.
Our annual employee picnic is coming up this week, and this year we will be competing in various activities for prizes.
Anyway, a rep from one of our other sites just sent out THIS email to the entire company:
Quote:
There is a dark storm brewing on the east side.
We are the dark clouds forming on your horizon.
We are the things that go “bump” in the night.
We are the physical manifestation of your greatest fears and when we dominate your tug-of-war team and we decimate your tricycle relay, when we humiliate your joke of a volleyball team and we three-legged race you into submission, there will be no one left standing to hear your screams.
And while we revel in glorious victory and bask in your pitiful lamentations, know this:
you've just been yakked!
Don't ask me what the last part means.
Anyway, any snappy one liners and such will be appreciated. Everyone I know in my company hates this bitch.
Yeah ...seems like some real trash talk and inside company humor. Har har har....
How about " You will be my bitch before the picnic cloth is rolled out."
Fuck company picnic's....
