Well, hello again filth-munchkins. Time has been at a premium recently, so your kitchen atrocities have fallen to the back burner. Don't think I have not been watching you. Take for example what was in the sink on Wednesday:
I suppose I can be happy that you left the sponges out of the festering drain. But there you go again, giving the rest of the civilized a middle finger by displaying them atop a pile of plates. And what is under those spent plates?
Orly? Srsly? OMG! GFY. If you don't recognize that last webronym, it stands for GO FUCK YOURSELF!
This is a Slobumentation of the kitchen sink at my office. Half the people I work with have graduate degrees and PhDs and yet when it comes to kitchen etiquette they are brain dead. I come into work and find dirty dishes. I post pictures and talk trash on these fools. For the sake of my job it is anonymous and the names of the guilty parties are redacted and substituted with the most colorfully rude descriptive words I can imagine. Deal with it meat-sacks.
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Monday, February 21, 2011
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