[Blade]

Years ago, I would go get my exes paycheck every Friday and bring back lunch. There was a guy that worked there and every week he would ask "what did you bring me". Finally, I started telling him I'd fix and bring him something for Christmas.

Sooooo I fixed up a shirt box with wax paper on the inside and piled it full of dog poop I had scooped that morning. Taped it shut and wrapped it. When I went in to get the check, he ask "where's mine" I said its in the truck,I'll be right back.

I came back to the breakroom with the box and handed it to him. He said it's heavy must be chocolates or something baked. I smiled and nodded. He opened the box and started gagging and cleared the breakroom out.

Ted never did ask me what I brought him again.