Canine Office Bastard

The meanest, smallest, lewdest, rudest son of a ***** to ever balance on a ball in green tights

by stabbo
Look at this jerk: Always balancing on that ball. Always crying out for attention. Its not enough he's allowed to urinate in the halls and smell everyone's butts.
You lookin at somethin, cheese-tits?
Excuse me?
Excuse me! You couldn't get any cheesier if you threw up all over yourself. Which might help.
At least I don't come to work on a rubber ball wearing green tights, you, you...canine office *******!
Listen, you glorified pill-pushing crack*****, I do more work around here than your mouth does on weekends...Can I have your number?

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