July 06, 2010
I’m taking most of the department to Mexico for a silly system audit. Just in case the plane goes down while traveling there, thus killing not only yours truly but also my employer’s entire ERP support team (thereby teaching him a valuable lesson), I feel it important to prepare the proper words for my headstone. Just in case:
Here he lies, it’s Mr. Ass
We’re storing him beneath the grass
Until one day the aliens land
And dig him up from under the sand
Please carry him to a far off place
Use his genes for the master race
Breed him with some alien lass
And create again, our Mr. Ass