Your password has expired. PGP.

I’m pretty bored. Guess I’ll go try pooping. PGP.

Setting your fantasy lineup for the consolation bracket. PGP.

Getting a text from a friend asking, “What are you doing this this weekend?” at 11am on a Tuesday. PGP.

Coworkers saying it’s “crazy” how dark it gets after the time change, even though this happens every single year. PGP.

Actually calling in to a talk radio show to voice your political opinion. PGP.

The subtle but necessary man-grunt to inform newcomers that the bathroom stall is occupied. PGP.

When your boss sends you preposterous fantasy football trades and you feel obligated to accept. PGP.