So my boss comes in our office and leans against the filing cabinet complaining of how tired he is. My officemate asks why.
boss: because I've been here since 5 this morning.
officemate: Why? Do you not like your home?
boss: No, it's not that. I have work to finish before Friday
note: after Friday he's on holiday for a week
boss: It's great drving, though, at that time in the morning. There is hardly anyone on the road. It's me, a few truckers, ...
officmate: ... other heathens who don't want to be home, and dangerous suicidal squirrels.
(I'm just shaking my head laughing to myself)
officemate: I'm serious. You drive home and the streets are empty. You get up, go to work the next day, and it's wall-to-wall road kill.
I think we just stumbled upon Limp Bizkit's next album title - "Heathens and Dangerous Squirrels".