post-it notes

... but our connection is SO deep!

Almost out of post it note space, time for another monitor...

Now, every time you open the door, it'll go a little something like:

"OH GOD WHAT THE- ... oh, it's just you, Postachu."

There's always that one guy who takes JUST ENOUGH from a public food receptacle that he doesn't have to refill or replace anything, but also JUST ENOUGH that what's left in there would barely satisfy a baby midget kitten. Screw that guy.

On the right, we have Imhotep. On the left, we have 3M-hotep.

That's how the French spend their summer in the office.

Ha, I didn't know the French were so into U.S. pop culture. :P

It smells like formaldehyde and old photo albums!

I fall asleep for 10 minutes and this is what happens!