Dilbert is the only person who understands me. PGP.

Oh good, it’s Thursday. That means I might actually have something to post on Instagram. PGP.

Keeping an organized desk apparently means I don’t have “enough work to do,” so now I just leave it a mess. PGP.

My only attractive coworker got laid off. PGP.

I’m starting to think before I act. PGP.

Finally feeling like a man for drinking not because you want to, but because you have to. PGP.

You don’t know evil till you meet a bathroom whistler. PGP.

Bad girl gone good. PGP.

All my friends are assholes, but I have no idea where you find new ones. PGP.

Swiping left on the hot 21-year-olds just to spare myself the rejection. PGP.