My baloney has a first name...

...it's C-H-E-A-P.

After reading about how my morning went, you can understand why I was longing to go home and eat a baloney sandwich with barbecue Fritos, and probably a Dr. Pepper to drink -- while listening to this song from my Dr. Demento collection.



Alas, the baloney is in my freezer, so I'll finish up the last slice of ham. I do have "Baloney" available, though. :) (Note: the following video is not lewd, licentious, obscene, or vulgar, so it's utterly safe for work in that regard, but your groans, screams of anguish, or even guffaws might not be welcome in an office setting.)