post-it notes

It smells like formaldehyde and old photo albums!

... 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."

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

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

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.

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