I hate it here. PGP.

Counting sex as a workout. PGP.

My LinkedIn Premium trial ends at midnight. PGP.

The only “company ink” I could “dip my pen in” is the divorced 55-year-old office manager. PGP.

Counting down the days until FebruAny at Subway. PGP.

I think Fallon comes on too late. PGP.

Seriously, fuck Steve. PGP.

Fuck Steve. PGP.

My boss got beer for the office to celebrate a closing. He got Blue Moon. PGP.

There are seven Mikes in our office. PGP.