This is what an administrative annual 'social work appreciation day' budgetary-cut luncheon looks like. Lord Have Mercy on us all, at least they gave us butter. You(meaning I) actually had to pay for your own meal before being recognized for the great service that you had provided those in need. So, Jane stuffed himself. Like a pig. Like a pig in heat. bye.
P.S. And Jane burped too. Why? Just for the sheer Hell of it.
