It looks like you're writing a letter! Would you like me to interrupt you to inform you of completely pointless things and offer you unsolicited, useless advice?!?
Fucking paperclip.
Fucking? That's not a word. Here are some alternate spellings: faking, forcing, fussing, sucking.
I want to dance... this girl seems nice... I think I could ask her if she wants to... she's already on her feet... maybe she's here alone... I think I'll go for it...
Friends and shareholders, thanks for coming. Today I was supposed to present to you a detailed executive summary of budgetary allocations this quarter, foreseen obstacles, and potential future moves.
However, since I have spent most of the past three months testing and rating the surrounding brothels, I present to you: THE BROTHEL MAP.
It rates every brothel in a hundred-mile radius on a three-vector scale of price, quality of service, and slutiness of the locale and girls. If you would like to see my notes, please talk to me later.
Feel the decadence, man. It's almost karmic. I can feel myself letting go of society's dubious arbitrary sociopolitical restrictions. It's very groovy. Free-floating in a realm of pure cosmic limbo.
Today's board meeting's topic of discussion is office dress code. Stan, will you step up here please?
This is an example of improper dress. The company code says nothing about crowbars, ugly stripes, or masks, but no hats are permissible on the premises, Stan.
Thanks for babysitting, Benedict. Here's $100. Can I have Preston back now?
What? Babysitting? Oh, right. Preston. Well, see, here's what happened. I was trying to make some food, and Preston kept stealing my food, so I had to take drastic measures.
So explain to me again what you did with the baby?
She didn't let me finish. I was just going to say that I went out and ate my dog instead. Damn baby kept eating my french fries.
Today's meeting will be about security. As you know, the security of our staff and our premises is our most important priority and challenge in these violent times.
Presently, there are just too many rapists, murderers, and theives out there. For this reason, I find it necessary to order you all to sleep in the office tonight.
Hey Gabe, dja hear about the Buddhist monk in heaven?
Oh, I love ethnic jokes! What, did he get all confused and stuff?
It's not a joke, you asshat. There's this Buddhist monk running around telling people he must have been misplaced and that he really should be in some place called Nirvanarama... or something.
Oh, come on fish. Like I haven't heard that one before. Next you're gonna tell me the Mormons complain when they get here and realise they don't get their own planet.
HEY, BUDDY, I'M STILL PRETTY PISSED ABOUT THAT MYSELF, YOU KNOW!