Rogue body hair. PGP.

The 20 minute story my coworker told me about how she cuddles with her dog. PGP.

My office extension has “666” in it. That can’t be good. PGP.

Drinking a beer during a phone interview. PGP.

Splurging on a seasonal Yankee Candle. PGP.

Not knowing where to draw the line on appropriateness for the office Halloween costume contest. PGP.

Gas went down 7 cents. Better fill up the tank. PGP.

None of your friends wishing you a happy birthday because it’s not listed on Facebook. PGP.

Not being able to get that reservation at Dorsia. PGP.

Faking a poop. PGP.

Understanding and relating to the comic strip “Dilbert.” PGP.

The account I use to send resumes was hacked and sent penis enlargement emails to all my contacts. PGP.