I am a huge Survivor fan. Ever since the first season, with good ol' nekkid Richard Hatch strutting around that beach while people eat rats, I have been hooked.
So imagine how stoked I was when I found out someone organized a Survivor office pool where I work?
For $10 you are assigned someone who is competing. Top three people get money. It's like gambling for idiots.
Normally, I am the first person out. My Survivor either gets injured or decides to quit.
But not this week. One week down and my person is still going strong.
The person voted out belonged to the guy in the cubicle next to me.
I don't imagine he will be in a good mood tomorrow.
So I have decided to blame Jeff Probst for ruining my Friday.
Thanks Probst. I hope you loose your Puka shells in the sand.
~ The Office Scribe
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