Extreme Decadence?

I just wanted to share that I am sitting at my desk eating cherries and feeling very decadent. One of my colleagues had suggested that it would be much better were I being fed them by a muscular half-naked man with a winged-horse like it happens in the paintings. But then I pointed out that that would mean that I too, would probably be half-naked (or worse, more than half-naked) barely wrapped in a delicate cloth, and quite possibly surrounded by naked children. We decided it’s best to leave well-enough alone.




Me at work? How frightening!