Over the last week, some of these animals have become my friends:
The eel, who lives a life of solitude in the sales intern cubicle. I have named him Josh.
- Friend.
There were once fish in this box of algae otherwise known as an aquarium, which is located on the third-and-a-half floor, but apparently God had mercy on them at some point in the last six months or so.
This head, which I am now convinced is watching me every time I go to the third floor.
- Pure evil.
UPDATE: There is also this thing:
I can’t believe you haven’t had a party in the office yet, Grant.
Srsly, when did you get so fucking responsible, man?
I only party with Josh now.
What hangs from that thing’s baleful eye? Are they over-long lashes? Did stitches pop?
is it just me, or does it really look like someone is pressing their cock n’ balls against the glass in that first pic? I still can’t figure out what else it could be.
Ah Grant, I remember when we used to party.
Those were the good old days.
Are you sure Josh can handle it?
lieberman!
Josh is a weather/dojo loach, not an eel :). The Stranger should let me restock that algae tank with awesome fish. I could be your fish intern.