Safety Pins

Today at work I was bored. I was working from 5PM-2AM (Ended up getting off at 1AM).

Once all my other co-workers left at about 10, I got bored. There happened to be a box of safety pins. A big box. One that had nearly 1,000 safety pins in it (Or so was my rough estimate).

3 hours later, they were all hooked together, and I thought of this nifty poem.

"Roses are red, my thumbs are blue, I got bored, and got paid up the wazoo."

Easiest 30 dollars of my life. But I can't feel my left thumb.

How many safety pins have you stuck together!?

What would management say about your charade?

That sounds like fun.

You should use them to block off the door to your boss's room.

How many times have you poked yourself?

What would management say about your charade?

She lol'd. I attached the poem "Roses are red, my thumbs are blue, I got bored, and made this for you." She had a good laugh. Then said I need to take most of them apart sometime before our next 5k in November.

How many times have you poked yourself?

Many a time. My index fingers got hit the worst. It's just flakey dead skin there now.