Personal MottosA hard-on doesn't count as personal growth.
Do I look like a fucking people person?
This isn't an office. It's Hell with fluorescent lighting.
I started out with nothing...and I still have most of it left.
I pretend to work. They pretend to pay me.
If I throw a stick, will you leave?
And just how may I fuck you over today?
And your crybaby whiny-assed opinion would be...?
I'm just working here till a good fast-food job opens up.
I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable.
I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.
One of us is thinking about sex...
OK, it's me.
I have a computer, a vibrator, & pizza delivery. Why should I leave the house?
I just want revenge. Is that so wrong?
It's sick the way you people keep having sex without me.
I work 40 hours a week to be this poor.
Okay, okay, I take it back! UnFuck you!
Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?
You look like shit. Is that the style now?
Earth is full. Go home.
I thought I wanted a career, turns out all I wanted was paychecks.
It ain't the size, it's... no, it's the size.
I majored in liberal arts. Will that be for here or to go?