My car smells like 5 Guys; you’re welcome.
— Office QOTD
My car smells like 5 Guys; you’re welcome.
— Office QOTD
You KNOW I don’t like the smell of bananas.
— Office QOTD
What the FUCK is Sting doing on my Pandora playlist?!
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Office QOTD
To be fair, he was listening to a Power Metal station; the outrage was somewhat warranted.
You know what… I forgot I have a 5-pound gummy bear in my desk.
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Office QOTD
Cherry flavored, if you’re curious.
Does anyone have a band-aid? Marcela, you have a purse.
— Office QOTD
They never miss a chance to remind me that I’m a chick.
Apples and oranges: just cause you get one doesn’t mean you stop eating the other.
— Office QOTD
Last night, I made some lemon tarts for my co-workers. I combined two recipes: Pioneer Woman’s Perfect Pie Crust for the shells, and some random lemon tarts recipe from cooks.com for the filling.
I had another recipe for the filling in mind, but it didn’t involve brown sugar, and there’s nothing I love more about the baking process than watching tightly-packed brown sugar keep its form when I dump it into a mixing bowl. So yeah, given the choice between two recipes, I will probably always choose one with brown sugar.
Sadly, these tarts are a bittersweet treat for a bittersweet occasion: one of our fellow developers is leaving for greener pastures at EA Sports. We wish him the best, and hope to see his name in the credits of some really rad games.
Good luck, Jorge!
Why would I ever bait anyone to sing Papa Roach?
— Office QOTD
You be the judge: He said “This is our last resort.” How was I not supposed to counter with “Suffocation, no breathing.”
Why, when one is given creative freedom, they draw penii?
— Office QOTD or Question for the ages
