So I killed my boss ...

Whilst in no way condoning or encouraging people to murder their co-workers, I think there is a certain healthy state of mind to be gained by elaborately planning their deaths.

The difference between planning and executing that plan is the same reason we never strapped Agatha Christie to an electric chair.

So over the next few days I will reveal my grand plan of humourous and inventive ways to kill off your office excess.

As the Smiths themselves would have sung ...

So I killed my boss,
I took a fireaxe,
And as I slammed it in his head,
I said, "Please die and go to hell"


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