I love messing with my coworkers, partly because I’m evil and partly because I’m usually drunk at work and don’t know what I’m doing.
I would love to work at a big faceless corporation sometimes just for the anonymity factor and how easy it would be to make someone sweat or wonder what the fuck’s going on. I would leave all sorts of sticky notes hanging from people’s screens to mess with their minds.
Awesome. You are nuts!
I would totally show up in the staircase with a chair, even if it’s the 100th time I had been fooled.
I am no quitter.
I think I love you.
Shit! So do I get that hundred and seventeen thousand back or what, fucker?
hahahahahahaha!!!!
precious moments — all of them!
Now I’m starting to wish I worked in larger office, too. I can only fuck with my co-workers on a much smaller basis. Most of them deserve to get fucked up the ass. With no lube, and no kisses.
There’s always a light skim of Icy/Hot on there phone earpiece.
You’re inspiring me, God. And the best part is if I get caught I can say it was all God’s idea. They love that shit in the south, right?
I would hire you in a heartbeat.
“I just found out I have HIV, sorry”
“I think there is something dead in your cubicle, maybe you just need a wash”
“Change your password immediately. By now it probably won’t matter”
“Thanks for being so understanding. Your wife’s a slut anyway dude”
“Your chair has crabs… Janitor”
“You’ve got ten minutes to replace the lunch you stole from me out of the fridge or I tell the boss what you do in the men’s room between 10 and 10:05 every morning, pervert.”