Can’t wait to unwrap it. Can’t wait to break it. Can’t wait to fix it.
Management chucks away the carrot, reaches for the stick
The very next day, you gave it away…
Beyond the gates of Hell lies… the Customer Returns desk
Teleworking + Less makeup = can you feel the sun?
Steady now, don’t let the blood rush to your er, head
My fabric conditioner has a bottle-half-empty kind of attitude too
The smart crowd streams its vinyl, dontcha know?
Run, Bambi, run! The hunters are <brzzchkkkk…>
Isn’t it eery how its eyes follow you around the room?
Fate may see you reborn as a badly rendered statue of Mussolini
…and some people we’ve not met will earn their bonus