The Fly on the Wall

The room was quiet. The only sound was the buzzing of a fly, until it landed on the wall, joining the silence. Then the midnight shift staggered in.

🥴 "Dude! That was one awesome party!"

🤪 "I know! Too bad we had to leave and come to work."

🥴 "I sure would've liked another one of those awesome Fireball drinks that Bob was making."

🤪 "C'mon, Bro, you had like ... i dunno ... six. five. A lot anyway."

🥴 "Nobody posts anything this time of night, so a few drinks won't matter."

🤪 "HOLY CRAP!"

🥴"What?!"

🤪"There's like a thousand posts waiting for approval!"

🥴 "Why did Bob leave so many?"

🤪 "Shit. Cuz he took the day off to throw that party."

🥴 "Oh yeah. I forgot. Shit. What are we going to do?"

The two guys looked at each other and with one breath said, "The Denial Game!"

🤪 "I'll get the Wheel. You get the dart board!"

And that is how every fifth post from people whose handle starts with P-S was denied.

Or so the fly told me.