OKAY, ANNA, I THINK I WILL ANSWER YOUR QUESTION NOW? IS THAT ALL RIGHT WITH YOU?
What's the matter, girl? Someone jizz all over your keyboard and get a bunch of them stuck? I'm willing to bet that it was your boss that did it, too. I can just see him opening the envelope and becoming increasingly giddier with every word that he reads. Eventually, he has a raging hard-on and is all turned on because he is being inducted into the Bowling Hall of Fame. The fucking Hall of Fame.
It's too much for him to handle... he needs a release... what's that? A keyboard! But who's keyboard is it? What does it matter anymore?!?!? *SPOOGE!*
You know it's true, Anna. I suggest you buy him some Kleenex so he can damn well clean up after himself.