Today is another sniffing, grunting, burping, and coughing day. At least Tapper McTappyson left for some reason. I really don’t care why, as long as the little bastard is gone. Now if we could just get the Baby Huey to … Continue reading Writing About it Isn’t Making it Stop
Well, spring has sprung! At least in our little corner of hell it has. The news of the day is that Blake’s mommy must have stopped by finally and cleaned up after the little bastard! Actually, I heard Paul tell … Continue reading It Must Be Spring
Not everyone appreciates the same music as you. That you most likely know. What you may not know is that they also might not like the sound of you chewing ice. Or potato chips. Or cereal. Or slurping soup. Or … Continue reading Shit You Should Know if You Work in a Cube Farm
I work in a cube farm, as you know. Blake is one of the douche-bags that sit next to me. He is a douche-bag, if I haven’t mentioned. Paul is his friend and Paul is also his boss. Paul is also a douche-bag, but he is a different kind of douche-bag. Continue reading The Grand Experiment
So I sit in a small cube farm in a small room with 4 dick-heads. I can stand a couple of them, but would really like to kill two of them. So Pablo and Paul sit and chat and chat … Continue reading People at work are mostly annoying asses.
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