i love annoying my coworkers.
i sing outloud. i brag about the length and girth of my shits. i tell them about my sexual conquests in all the disturbingly lewd glory. i use their phones. i respond to their instant messages when one pops up and i'm at their desk while they're away. i offer up unsolicited advice on any conversation going on within earshot. when i can't remember the words to the (probably awful) song i'm singing i whistle. i go on and on and on and on and on...
― The Cursed Return of the Dastardly Thermo Thinwall, Tuesday, 15 January 2008 20:41 (eighteen years ago)