Monday, December 13, 2004

Office Haiku #2

Bright plastic pre-lit
Christmas trees are flamable
Office cheer for all

Translation: (If I hear that damn douchebag Josh Grobans douchy Christmas song one more freaking time, I am going to photocopy my ass and send 101 individually postmarked copies to B101 and everyone at their douchy Christmas-music playing station. I'll give them something to just believe...grumble grumble grumble...)


  1. I am *so* glad I don't work in the deli right now. Listening to Christmas music for thirteen hours straight. It's enough to make a scrooge out of anyone.

  2. Your mom...

    thinks I'm hot stuff.