BOB: "WHO THE F*%#
STOLE MY LEAN POCKETS?" Bob
From Accounting had his [expletive] Lean Pockets stolen
early Tuesday from the office break-room refrigerator where
he left them. The incident, reported to supervisors and
coworkers repeatedly over the course of 3 days, was not
the first time Bob spent his lunch hour searching for his
[expletive] Lean Pockets. Bob was adamant he would find
the [expletive] [expletive] who stole his [expletive] Lean
Pockets. Bob further explained that because he was missing
his [expletive] Lean Pockets, he would be forced to eat
[expletive] and [expletive] from the vending machine instead.
This could cause harm to his new [expletive] diet and [expletive]
healthy lifestyle. Plus, Bob explained, Lean Pockets are
[expletive] expensive.
BOB OFFERS AMNESTY FOR
IMMEDIATE & SAFE RETURN OF LEAN POCKETS
MEMO:
To:
All Employees
From: Bob (from accounting) Cc:
Darren Browne Senior VP
February 18, 2004
Whoever stole my low calorie Lean Pockets, please put them
back in the refrigerator where you stole them. I realize
it's possible that one of you took my Lean Pockets by mistake
or maybe you can't read my name, which was clearly spelled
out in black marker on the bag. Maybe you had Lasik surgery
recently and your vision is blurry. Maybe you were hungry
and couldn't afford to buy your lunch but you were too embarrassed
to ask for a handout, even though most of you are selfish
bastards who make a lot more money than me and you can afford
to buy your own damn Lean Pockets. It doesn't matter. I
will not be angry if the person(s) involved would please
replace them. I promise there will be no repercussions and
I will drop this matter if my Lean Pockets are returned
immediately to the refrigerator by the anonymous selfish
thief, who doesn't care that I have nothing to eat and was
looking forward to those lean pockets all morning. They
were the Chicken and Broccoli ones, just in case someone
was wondering. I've never had that flavor before and they
really looked delicious.
BOB NOT KIDDING: "SHIT
WILL HIT FAN IF LEAN POCKETS ARE NOT RETURNED WHEN I OPEN
MY EYES"
MEMO:
To:
All Employees
From: Bob (from accounting) Cc:
Darren Browne Senior VP
February 19, 2004
I
am sorry to have to write and distribute another memo, but
my Lean Pockets, which were stolen from the office refrigerator
yesterday, have still not been returned. Whoever stole my
Lean Pockets will have to live with the guilt of knowing
that I was STARVING all day long and even felt somewhat
lightheaded at around 2pm. This affects EVERYONE in the
office, because as you probably know, people who don't eat
lunch and who are HUNGRY and UPSET are much less productive
and have a poor attitude, because instead of doing their
job, they are thinking about how hungry they are and wondering
who could have stolen their lunch.
I didn't bring a lunch again today because I was stupid
enough to think my Lean Pockets would have been returned
when I purposely left work yesterday 45 minutes early to
give the criminal a chance to do the right thing for once
in his (or her) life. I have been reassured that Darren
Browne and others will not let this matter remain unresolved,
despite telling me the same thing the last two times this
happened. Again, I will close my eyes and hope that when
they are opened, my lunch will be returned. If you see my
eyes closed, you need to take that opportunity to return
them and not accuse me of sleeping at my desk.
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2.13.04 - I
would like to wish Happy Valentine's Day to those who are
loved and appreciated by significant others. For those who
are not (like myself), I'm sure we will spend a joyous day
wearing a happy face, disguising our pain and making excuses
as to why we don't really care about this holiday because
it's just a crass exercise in commercialism benefiting only
Hallmark, sex toy manufacturers and that company that makes
those inedible little candy hearts with the cute little sayings.
To all the lovebirds, I say, CHOKE ON IT!
2.6.04-
I've been pretty silent lately but it's time to finally come
out of the closet to announce Bob From Accounting is now two
years old! (actually 2 years and 2 months). We will be planning
a star-studded anniversary party in the coming weeks. If you
missed last year's party, here is an example
of the hedonism and debauchery you may experience.
If you live in Los Angeles or will be in the area in late
February and want to serve drinks and tiny appetizers, while
the rest of us pat ourselves on the back, please send us a
note. Attractive massage therapists get to the front of the
line. Thoughts, questions, want an invitation in your mailbox,
send us a note.
Scooter
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Comfortable in my skin as they say
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Past the curious eyes of lovers
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For one so
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by
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When I first met you,
My taste buds glistened with excitement
I couldn't wait to sink my teeth
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As time passed,
the taste of your melting cheese and sausagey goodness
overwhelmed my belly
I hungered for your eggs
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Followed "
by Bill Jobbee
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Inside the TV set
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Will always give you more
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In 1994
If I get an education
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My name on gray stone block
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