I swear we always get the nastiest couriers at our office. Like the wigger with his cornrows that hang down to his ass and always tells me to "have a blest day." I don't know what a blest is. I think it has to do with the nose.

Or the huge guy. Just a huge guy.

And Miss Acne.

Today was Mr. Sunglasses McGravel Voice ibn GOITER. Ok, I don't know if it was a goiter. It was a huge, very round hard looking knob on his neck.

Blah, need a smokie.