Sig by @Brokendeck
Sig by @Brokendeck
The company's proverbial skeletons in the closet....
People who have no desire to live.
Ecchi first, ask questions never.
Someone getting head under a desk.
At 6/15/16 11:56 PM, Homicidee wrote: Docking stations.
I was really expecting you to say something else.
It's all shits and giggles until someone giggles and shits.
A lot of writing utensils.
Those are all my writing utensils at my desk.
Stapler, hole-puncher, rubber bands, paper clips, envelopes, scissors etc
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The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace
At 6/16/16 03:27 AM, Homicidee wrote:At 6/16/16 03:13 AM, DeftonesFan665 wrote: I was really expecting you to say something else.Like what?
You know, something that's got you banned from chat for a day.
It's all shits and giggles until someone giggles and shits.
"خيبر خيبر يايهود جيش محمد سوف يعود"
I'm surprised no one said paper yet.
The place I work at uses a lot of paper.
A truly prophetic sig...
At 6/16/16 06:53 PM, BonemanCharles wrote:At 6/16/16 08:33 AM, Kayleeee wrote: A lot of writing utensils.all those utensils make me want to doodle
Those are all my writing utensils at my desk.
I doodle quite a bit all over my meeting notes.
People sitting on their phones instead of actually working.
At 6/16/16 11:10 PM, Viper wrote: People sitting on their phones instead of actually working.
People sitting on Facebook instead of actually working
At 6/15/16 11:41 PM, TheGamechanger wrote: The company's proverbial skeletons in the closet....
The company's literal skeletons in the closet....
He made me mad OKAY?!
The Newgrounds Revolution isn't a thing, quit being a pussy.
At 6/17/16 03:23 AM, WahyaRanger2 wrote:At 6/15/16 11:41 PM, TheGamechanger wrote: The company's proverbial skeletons in the closet....The company's literal skeletons in the closet....
He made me mad OKAY?!
Worker: Bones? I don't see no bones.
Investigator: *Opens up a door and skeletons fall out*
Worker: Oh those bones!? Yeah, chicken bones. We all had a company dinner. Mmm mmm. Good eatins!
Investigator: Those are a bit large to be chickens don't you think?
Worker: Big chickens. They grow up big round here. Yep!
Worker2: *Walks in chewing on a severed hand*
Investigator: *Starts freaking out*
Worker2: It's, um, chicken fingers! Mmmm. You want some? There's more in the back.
Spending entire shifts filing documents out of these accordions.