Oh how I wish we didn’t work in the same department, let alone the in same building, or for that matter on the same planet.
I am not sure why you feel the constant need to clear your throat. I mean, we can smell you’re horrible hampster-cologne… do we really need to hear you too?
I wish you wouldn’t pretend that you’re cool… I mean we realize that you’re 35, single, live alone and have no chance in hell of ever meeting someone (male or female) that would be able to put up with looking into your squinty eyes day after day.
With that said, Matt, I wish you the best in life… but I wish it as far away from me as possible.