This guy, or should I say Beast, at work has sealed it's fate; it is dead to me. I refuse to acknowledge it. It was rude to me from Day 1. Fortunately I don't work with it. Unfortunately, I work next to it.
No wonder the cranky, flatulent, potty mouth beast doesn't appear to be married. The description alone should explain enough.
I have never seen a grown beasty throw a tantrum like the one this morning. Wow, is there a cage big enough. Or can I shoot it and put me out of this misery?
Posted by Michael at January 4, 2008 09:22 PM