"Kisses over catfish and cocktails."

The above, my friends, is a prime example of the artistry the Cheaters team renders on their scripts. Color me impressed. Well, not really.

Today was one of those Office Space days. I have not yet given in to the impulse to bring a drill to disassemble my cubicle walls, but I find it very difficult to hold back on gutting fish on all the correspondence I have to do. I swear, I feel oddly accomplished after finishing a big stack of letters, just to turn around and find five hundred more in their place. Miserable jackals!

Oh, and speaking of "disassemble," remind me to tell you one of these days about the kid I'm going to seriously start calling "Johnny Five." Moving on, then!