Feel like it might be a good day for a shooting spree? Counting down the hours until you can loosen your tie, silently tell your boss to fuck off, and hit the bar? Then consult the above video, performed by the local smart-asses at Last Call Cleveland, and feel your cubicleitis melt away!
(Use as directed. Side affects may include overdrawing your checking account and drunk-dialing your quasi-hot second-cousin). — Joe P. Tone
