Oh shit, guess who slipped up and left his self-proclaimed best friend, a/k/a that fucking orange ball, over on neutral turf?
It’s about to be a fun night.
(OMG this thing is so dirty.)
The fucking orange ball now has its own email address (AWOLorangeball@live.com). I’m going to start taking pictures of it around teh department and emailing them to Chris. He’ll totally know it’s me*, but I don’t care.
*(A-ron said that I’m the only one here with the energy and imagination to pull a prank like this; eveyone else is too defeated.)No tags for this post.