What the fuuuuuuck!?!? Rob, you have a clear view of my desk, there is nothing obstructing your view of me, how do you ‘think’ I’m in? If you’d take the time to turn your fat face you’d see me, glaring at you with contempt! It’s like saying, “I think it might rain today,” while you’re standing in the rain!
Rob, sometimes I hate you so much it hurts…

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