Day 22: Something silly

Hole punch, having that, stapler, mine, toy cactus, you can have that Beatrice, catch. Cliff, I’d leave you my mouse mat, but I’m worried you’d cut yourself.

Also: “Well, sack one of this lot. Sack Cliff. He just sits there. Don’t know what he does all day. Sorry, Cliff. Actually, I’m not sorry. What do you do all day?

Oh Donna, my darling.