Every morning, IMAO interns relax with rigidly structured calisthenics . . .
… before going to work under a giant nail in the wall.
I don’t know why it’s there, either. But they do work diligently.
The one on the right: “Oh, look, here’s a submission from Slapout!”
The one next to her (I don’t know their names): “That’s funny; I got one from Gumbeaux for the same time slot!”
The one on the left: “Straight Line of the Day: Metaphorical Disquietude In Re . . . No, that’s terrible. Oppo will sack me — and me with sixteen children to feed.”
The one next to her: “Dear Mr. FrankJ: Once again, I implore you . . . “
Okay, I can deal with Basil, and even Basil, and Oppo wearing dresses, but walruskkkch is a flamboyent too far!
Hey, I got nice legs.
I can confirm that we imported some North Koreans to help with the coordinated calisthenics.