There’s a story here waiting to be written…

1. Zilla the Younger

   28 June, 2007, 8:58 am

   I’ve asked you a thousand times bro, quit using my image for your readers amusement!
   :wtf:

2. sledge

   28 June, 2007, 9:50 am

   Hello “Fire Departement Hot Line”

3. Davezilla

   28 June, 2007, 9:59 am

   [Comment ID #193680 will be quoted here]

   Hey, I thought it would be OK to show your desk after Cleaning Day.

4. Bjorn Freeh

   28 June, 2007, 10:00 am

   That guy’s obviously not very health-conscious — he’s gonna get carpal tunnel syndrome. He should switch to an ergonomic keyboard.

5. Sweet T

   28 June, 2007, 10:18 am

   Three Words,

   Oh MY God! :wtf: 🙄 😕

6. crash

   28 June, 2007, 10:30 am

   Damn no place for my coffee! 😀

7. Astryd

   28 June, 2007, 10:40 am

   Some people should not combine this many vices…

   Today is: Feline World Domination.
   Bow down before the mighty Pussy! 😈

8. misterarthur

   28 June, 2007, 10:54 am

   At least he brought a baked potato for lunch

9. harley

   28 June, 2007, 11:17 am

   :wtf:Now you KNOW that guy spends way too much time at home and NEVER gets laid. :wtf:

10. beyonduplication

    28 June, 2007, 11:35 am

    he should put it in the dishwasher.

    /no, not the keyboard

    //the whole desk

11. junkman

    28 June, 2007, 11:38 am

    hmmmm. i would rather check this out than catch a glimpse of his/her dental hygiene.

    ps. my cat bit an architect recently because he tried to shoo him off the street. he owns the street and the world and he pwned that architect.

12. Brad K.

    28 June, 2007, 11:46 am

    Eew! I can taste the stale cigarette smell under my tongue! Yuck!

13. Mrdoug

    28 June, 2007, 12:40 pm

    So that is what those keys at the top the keyboard are for, they are to hold your smokes! Gosh with a steady diet of smokes, gin, and porn he has acid refux, I am totaly shocked!

14. StevieC

    28 June, 2007, 12:40 pm

    [Comment ID #193689 will be quoted here]

    Don’t you mean Bow down and 😛

15. Meagan

    28 June, 2007, 12:48 pm

    An example of the average writer’s work station, you see here the cigarettes, booze and slightly-burnt-yet-still functional keyboard. Such a specimen is often frustrated and bitter and either homicidal or suicidal. For a writer such as this one, it is a rare occurrence to hear the rapid clacking of keys, but more often the rampant curses of “GODDAMN WRITER’S BLOCK!” and “FUCKING STUPID PC! I JUST WANNA LIGHT IT ON FIRE AGAIN! AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!”

    Next time on “Human Habitiats” we’ll take a look at a real life cubicle farm where ghostly workers are trapped for eternity.

16. AnnieB

    28 June, 2007, 2:11 pm

    I guess this is what “leading a life of quiet desperation” looks like. 🙁

17. Astryd

    28 June, 2007, 2:54 pm

    [Comment ID #193701 will be quoted here]

    Respect Milady the Noble and Honorable Pussy, the Apocalyptic of Deep Throcking! 😈
    Get on your knees, display reverance and adulation! 😛
    Prove to the Omnipotent Pussy that you are an upright citizen deserving of the richness and fortune only she may bestow on your…soul! 😛 😛 !!!
    Draw her fervent cries to the sky as she deems you the Most Upstanding Educated of Old Throcking in the Hole! 😛 😛 😈 😛 😛

18. Renee B

    28 June, 2007, 2:55 pm

    Damn, That dude gets fuuuuked up! :dead:

19. Drusky

    28 June, 2007, 3:21 pm

    Just another clue that J.K. Rowland was running out of ideas for Harry Potter stories… 😈

20. Drusky

    28 June, 2007, 3:25 pm

    Oopps.. J.K. Rowling… AArrrggghhh!

    [Comment ID #193707 will be quoted here]
    Bring it on! You may be able to unwrap a starburst with your tongue, but I can tie and untie my shoelaces with mine and that’s standing up… 😛

21. yankee04

    28 June, 2007, 3:28 pm

    I am speechless I got nothing.

22. Bigwavdave

    28 June, 2007, 4:09 pm

    [Comment ID #193689 will be quoted here]

    Again I quote Leonard Cohen:

    She stands before you naked,
    You can see it, you can taste it,
    And she comes to you light as the breeze
    You can drink or you can nurse it
    It don’t matter how worship,
    As long as your down on your knees

    So I knelt there at the delta
    At the alpha and the omega
    At the cradle of the river
    And the seas
    And like a blessing come from heaven,
    For something like a second,
    I was healed and my heart was at ease…

23. Flash Gordon

    28 June, 2007, 4:16 pm

    Finally, someone who smokes more than I do! Where’s
    the damn lifestyle Nazis when you need them?
    It might be fun being dominated by a Pussy.
    😈 :undies: :thong: :wang: 😆

24. Laura

    28 June, 2007, 4:33 pm

    Man…I totally wanna go out with THAT guy.

25. Mikeme

    28 June, 2007, 5:34 pm

    [Comment ID #193700 will be quoted here]

    I wondered what the buttons at the top of the keyboard were for!!! :java: :java:

26. crash

    28 June, 2007, 6:29 pm

    True story just happened today my pussy er feline was lying on the key board and every time i came up to it he would smack at me so i figured get the wife to remove the cat still the same problems any ideas ? Now thats pussy err feline domination… 😕 :wtf:

27. Spud

    28 June, 2007, 7:11 pm

    Who said it was a guy? mighty thin looking hands for a bloke…

    Its mother must be very happy with it.

28. Lori

    28 June, 2007, 8:16 pm

    One hand holding the cigarette und eine hand auf der keyboard. Nein.

    One hand on the keyboard…setzen Sie die Zigarette unten

    Scheisse!

    Ok, put the zigarette unten der keyboard und die andere Hand auf der keyboard und die andere Hand…

29. Jay Laverdure

    28 June, 2007, 8:26 pm

    I don’t understand. Are you saying your keyboards DON’T look like mine?!

30. nanna

    28 June, 2007, 10:14 pm

    just when you think you have seen everything..then there is this ….YUCK 😳 :puke:

31. Natalie

    29 June, 2007, 8:38 am

    Hey! How did you get into my first floor neighbours’ apartment?

32. Patrick

    29 June, 2007, 9:56 am

    Gin, Pepcid, Lucky Strikes- gotta be a news reporter!Where are the Cheese Doodles?

33. Astryd

    29 June, 2007, 12:47 pm

    (not the usual kinky stuff)
    THE STORY
    There was a dark and stormy night. *puff, drag* I sat in my dimly lit apartment clicking away at my typewriter in the corner I call my office. *puff, drag* Business had been so slow in the past couple of years I could not afford a computer. *puff, drag* The keys were so rusted that it was difficult to type I used only my index fingers *puff, drag* with full force coming down on each key like a jackhammer. *puff, drag* My fingertips are sore but there’s work to be done.
    Lost in my world of ink and paper I suddenly hear the shrill shrieks of a woman in the alley. I dismiss them and continue typing fervently engrossed in the plot paragraph. Again she shreiks. Annoyed I rise from my worn chair and it creaks and squeaks from my wight adjustment, another annoyance. From the second froor of my building I can see the silhouette of a woman running down the alley. What the hell is she doing out this late. The scene is like that of a horror movie and many that I’ve written before. In real life it doesn’t make sense, does humanity truly lack the common sense necessary to survive?
    I look out the window again…nothing.
    -sigh- I slowly walk back to my desk dragging my feet dreading the continued pain on my fingertips. I sit still for a moment before I lose myself once more in the world she so rudely yanked me out of. Aaah. Silence. I’m enclosed in the silence of my apartment with the distant lull of city life. My mind flashes quickly to the vision of the woman in the alley. Silhouette only. I wonder what she looked like…maybe I’ll see her picture in the Sunday Journal.

34. Mandy

    29 June, 2007, 9:14 pm

    [Comment ID #193729 will be quoted here]

    MAN HANDS!!!!! :wtf:

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