Enthusiasm over a quality pen. PGP.

A coworker asked if I have any kids. I said, “Man, I hope not.” They did not find it amusing. PGP.

Trading in the beer shits for the coffee ones. PGP.

Ugh. PGP.

Considering rubbing one out in the office bathroom just to pass the time. PGP.

I should probably start giving a shit. PGP.

Realizing you’d rather start at the bottom somewhere else than advance within your current organization. PGP.

Labor Day can’t come soon enough. PGP.

My manager saw me wearing aviators and now everytime I call him he answers with, “Talk to me Goose.” PGP.

Just flirted with a sorority girl for two minutes and thought, “I still got it.” PGP.