So much to say

Yet not enough time. I’ve found myself coming up with all of these things I want to share with you guys. The nuances of funnies. The interestingly psychotic rant on nonsensical stuff. An old poem I found scribbled on a back of a napkin from what feels like gazillion years ago in college. This. That. And other. But there is just not enough time. Or opportunity to do so. If I post 3 times a day, not to mention that I would raise much suspicion and ire from my bosses (hi Demi Boss and Lady Boss), but that feels too...
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I believe you have my red stapler

At the Accounting Guy’s desk. Me: Hey, here’s the paperwork. Can I borrow your stapler for a sec? Him: *Hands over this: Me: DUDE!!!!!! Him: What? Me: You own a fucking red Swingline?!?! Him: Isn’t this cool? You never see a red stapler in the store… Me: *Jaw drops to the floor* Him: …I bought it from Costco the other day for $10… Me: *jaw stills on the floor* Him: …See? It came with this mini stapler and a remover. It’s a very good deal. What? Me: Obviously, you have not seen Office Space. Him: No…? Me: *Briefly explains the...
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