This just in from The Lair...it appears that a container of dried dill, that had resided within the spice cabinet of the culinary wing of The Lair, turned out to be expired, by over a year. The dill apparently expired sometime in February of 2009, yet has been used at The Lair as recently as yesterday...this may explain some of the mysterious cold-like symptoms that have been plaguing several Council Members over the past few days.
The Council is scheduled to meet shortly, to decide what should be done about the matter.
The Dill remains in seclusion, in a corner of the kitchen table. We will continues to provide up-to-minute coverage, as this story unfolds...(unless something happens over the weekend, in which case you will not hear about anything until Monday.)
Friday, March 5, 2010
TOP STORY: Coffee purchased from random coffee cart proves itself to be utterly undrinkable...
A large coffee purchased just moments ago by Esther, as she scurried to her office, turns out to taste completely dreadful. Upon arrival at her office, she took one sip, and decided that it would be impossible to venture any further into the beverage. The coffee tasted foul and stale, and our reporter on the scene claims that there were "no words for the look of despair and disappointment that crossed her face."
This development comes on the heels of a hectic morning. Our reporter on the scene at The Lair reports that she woke up at the exact time she is slated to leave for work, and hurried to get ready in a such a swift fashion that there was no time to brew some coffee at home or even to purchase one on the way to the subway, which is her usual custom. Now that the coffee has been deemed undrinkable, she is uncertain what to do, and is disdainfully sipping at a bottle of room-temperature water, while the doomed coffee lurks ominously to the left of her keyboard.
The coffee declined to comment.
This development comes on the heels of a hectic morning. Our reporter on the scene at The Lair reports that she woke up at the exact time she is slated to leave for work, and hurried to get ready in a such a swift fashion that there was no time to brew some coffee at home or even to purchase one on the way to the subway, which is her usual custom. Now that the coffee has been deemed undrinkable, she is uncertain what to do, and is disdainfully sipping at a bottle of room-temperature water, while the doomed coffee lurks ominously to the left of her keyboard.
The coffee declined to comment.
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