Our property management company just dropped off a big vase of chocolate-covered Oreos. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. They knocked off the previous champion, the can of Brown and Haley Almond Roca we got from our international freight forwarder.
Having vendors suck up RULES.
Holy fuck shit motherfucker shit. Read comics. Fuck shit shit fuck shit I sold out when I did my job. Fuck fuck fuck shit fuck. Sorry had to do it....
Revenge of the Sith = one thumb up from me. Fuck shit. I want to tittie fuck your ass. -- The Guinness. to Cerebus
Typically, aren't people elitists about that sort of thing, looking down their nose as soon as they find out (or sense that) you didn't make it yourself? That'd totally keep me from dressing up at something like that.