I HEREBY BAN CARROTS FROM THE WORK PLACE.
ANYONE WHO EATS CARROTS IN THE WORK PLACE AND CHEWS THEM AT A RIDICULOUSLY LOUD VOLUME IS GOING TO BE DOUSED IN LIGHTER FLUID AND SET ON FIRE.
THIS MEAN YOU, MR. WHISTLER. I WANT TO SET YOU ON FIRE.
I need to start wearing my headphones for the entire 8 hours that I'm at work. But I'm starting to run out of old
Preston and Steve podcasts, and have nothing else to listen to.
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG, thank god this weekend is a motherfuckin 4 day weekend.