cubicles are for closers, marge

[bossymarmalade]

And now to showcase the bran-new icon, courtesy of cathybites aka the Lone Locust of the Apocalypse. mmmmmm, yes. Friends are just enemies who don't have the guts to kill you.

10:37:

"Did you SEE that play by..."

JC rolled his chair back a few feet to give himself ample space to bang his head against his desk a few times. He slid open his supply drawer and pulled out a handful of rubberbands and a pen from his holder.

He carefully lettered WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP onto the band, waited a second to make sure it was dry, cocked it on his finger like a slingshot and sent it soaring over the top of the cubicle.

There was a momentary pause in Justin's tirade about the previous night's basketball game, all too brief, before he started up again.

He decided he needed one of those squeeze-y stress ball things. The ones that were supposed to keep people from mangling their co-workers.

Shooting Rubberbands at the Stars, by ink_stain

ps. i want to marry the mister monaghan in this mood icon. or at least mess up his hair a little.