I'm Gay For The First May-Day!

The tribe has spoken.
The council has set forth a motion to ensure a happy city.
40 Helen's agree.
The gods of the vast heavens have shown light upon the great lands of life.

My boss was fired!

(Insert harpischord & smiling Aborigines eating bacon wrapped hotdogs)

No more fist pounding
No more Penguin shirts
No more awkward moments at lunch being asked what I was doing, me saying I didn't know, then promptly rounding up the co-workers and sneaking out of there without him.
No more flip-flops from a VP
No more hearing "Bright Eyes," the nickname for his wife. Her eyes neither light up, nor are they ...well she's dumb.
No more, No more!

I wish him well, but not as my boss. If he somehow gets hired back, I have some Aborigines ready to bacon wrap his fist-pounding ass. Aboriginis eat people right? Boooo! Come on!, the harpischord isn't going to eat him!