…while I choke the ever-loving dog crap out of you.
I was working on my last surviving nerve, and you just stomped all over it.
Take yourself back into your rotten office
and amuse yourself again today (during working hours) on Facebook
and save the rest of us the aggravation
of you actually attempting to accomplish anything of note or worth mention,
because all of us here would just as soon
that you entertain yourself mindlessly (again today) and
let the rest of us do our jobs unmolested,
you prime example of a POS.
I feel better.
Back to work, after this much-needed, therapeutic catharsis.