The League nailed it. Some people have no independent personality, and glom their entire personality from whoever they're around. The vanilla pudding of human beings. Soft and bland.
I have no idea why I watch this. I know less than nothing about football.
This is an office. So what the fuck smells like someone lit a monkey's ass hair on fire in the waiting room. Seriously I want to know. Is there a body hidden under the copier? What the fuck is that Smell? I've been here 20 minutes and it hasn't gone away yet. It's going to be in my clothes. I might have to buy cigarettes on my way home, just to cover the corpse stench.
