Holy shit. You guys are nuts. I hope I never cross any of you! Oreos with toothpaste filling? Syringes full of Ex-Lax? Open tuna fish cans hidden under desks? And (my personal favorite): stolen dirty underwear origamied to look like a wrapped sandwich?
No lack of imagination here.
But, I am so upset! You came up with so many glorious, vengeful ideas for Steve the Lunch Stealer and I can’t use one of them because look what was waiting for me today after I got back from my mid-morning meeting:
Not only did Steve come through with a replacement lasagna, he also left me my very own Sharpie pen so I can mark up my lunches with NOT STEVE'S LUNCH till the cows come home.
I heart Steve. I like how he bitchslapped me then came through in the end. What a catch!
(Was this anticlimactic? Cause I can still, like, give him food poisoning for fun. The hallways at work are so long; it's always entertaining to see a sprinter.)
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