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I never quite got over you leaving Deuce and I to play Battlefield by ourselves back on the ol' PS3.

I think that's where it all went wrong for me.

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You are a bastard.

My tv set impaired my ability to see what the hell was going on.

I'll not stand around in battle and wander aimlessly.

I did what any noble soldier would do when he realizes he's a hindrance. I fell on the sword.
 
You are a bastard.

My tv set impaired my ability to see what the hell was going on.

I'll not stand around in battle and wander aimles
I did what any noble soldier would do when he realizes he's a hindrance. I fell on the sword.
The only soldier who fell on his sword and missed.
 
I was a virtual soldier, and I perished back in '11.

I have since poured out many a 40 ounce in your memory.

I'd like to say we've missed you, but there are times where I feel like we hardly knew ye.
 
I'll come back and do great things in a few more years.

Just had to lay low for awhile.
 
While the thought of iced coffee repulses me, I just checked a large Wendy's coffee that I'd left on my desk first thing this morning.
 
I have a 4 o'clock meeting today. On a freakin' Friday. Some bullshite.
 
I have a 4 o'clock meeting today. On a freakin' Friday. Some bullshite.

Your boss realizes that you've been leaving early on Fridays.

This passive aggressive bullshit has got to stop.

Let them know you won't stand for this approach.
 
Your boss realizes that you've been leaving early on Fridays.

This passive aggressive bullshit has got to stop.

Let them know you won't stand for this approach.

I'm thinking shitting my pants might be the answer. Maybe I can even be sitting in his office when I do it. And then after I do the deed hanging around just long enough for the smell to reach his nose. Then the mad dash.
 
Why didn't I think of that? Genius!

For bonus points, tell your boss it is just a small setback, and that you're willing to sit through the meeting anyway. The job is more important than some minor discomfort and embarrassment for you.

He'll still send you home, but the thought of your dedication towards your job will be firmly implanted into his psyche.

Helloooo, promotion.
 
I'm thinking shitting my pants might be the answer. Maybe I can even be sitting in his office when I do it. And then after I do the deed hanging around just long enough for the smell to reach his nose. Then the mad dash.

Why not just carry a turd to work in a lunch box everyday and have it on hand for these type contingencies.
 
For bonus points, tell your boss it is just a small setback, and that you're willing to sit through the meeting anyway. The job is more important than some minor discomfort and embarrassment for you.

He'll still send you home, but the thought of your dedication towards your job will be firmly implanted into his psyche.

Helloooo, promotion.

I tried that once, and the looks I got in that meeting will forever haunt me.
 
Why not just carry a turd to work in a lunch box everyday and have it on hand for these type contingencies.

I refuse to keep a turn on hand. I either commit to producing one on the spot, or I suffer through the meeting. No half-ass shits for me.
 
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