...the dime bytch steps into your cubicle after you done laid 90 farts. 
Like bytch you ain't NEVER been by my desk, but the moment I got bubble guts and got my area stinking like boiled eggs, feet and cornchips you want to talk? And not only talk but be on some "hey I been having trouble with this report, you think you got a few minutes to help me with this?"
Really?
Really? Well come get it then.
Add yours..

Like bytch you ain't NEVER been by my desk, but the moment I got bubble guts and got my area stinking like boiled eggs, feet and cornchips you want to talk? And not only talk but be on some "hey I been having trouble with this report, you think you got a few minutes to help me with this?"
Really?
Really? Well come get it then.
Add yours..

.............except my job got dem ugly gurls.
so I had the hallways smelling like day old buffet food. Fine manager walks in 2 seconds later, says hi, and moves into the next room. 50% of me thinks she couldn't have smelled it in that time (It was FOUL brehs) and the other 50% thinks maybe she did, but with me being surrounded by trash, she gave my sexy ass the benefit of the doubt.
I'm just trying to figure what the hell to say. Outta nowhere this chick just as bad comes along, taps me and starts singing the song playing and dancing
so I go with it, but I was so damn drunk at that point that I accidentally slapped her drink and it went all over her
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*moves around*
