IT DIDN’T HAPPEN! 

Kevin: is it really over?

AnimalStyle: nope

i gagged

Kevin: damn it!

The heat is still on!

IN THE STILL THRIVING SPIRIT OF AWESOME COMPETITION, KEVIN AND I WILL NOW DO BATTLE OVER WHEN ANIMALSTYLE PUKES AT WORK.

This morning, Kevin had an idea. An idea based off of this conversation:

AnimalStyle: I am so fucked up right now

Kevin: What are you on dude? Meth?

AnimalStyle: Coke and alcohol. This is bad.

I had to come in today.

Kevin: Dude what the fuck.

Did you sleep?

AnimalStyle: I just rolled out of bed and took a cab here.

I slept like an hour.

Kevin: Dude get it together.

you’re acting like lohan.

SO NOW SINCE SHE IS OBVIOUSLY GOING TO PUKE AND MAYBE DIE, THE ONLY HUMANE THING TO DO IS TAKE BETS ON WHEN THAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN. I SAID 1:40 PM, AS LUNCH WILL HAVE A CALMING EFFECT INITIALLY, AND THEN THE STASIS OF THE AFTERNOON WILL BE TOO MUCH TO HANDLE. KEVIN HAS LITTLE FAITH SHE WILL MAKE IT THAT FAR, AND CHOSE 12:30.

AND FOR THE RECORD, ANYTHING CONCERNING AWESOME COMPETITION WILL HERETOFORE APPEAR IN ALL CAPITAL LETTERS.

WHOEVER COMES CLOSEST WITHOUT GOING OVER WINS! WATCH FOR UPDATES! LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

A lot of people ask me, “Hey Murder, what do you do at work all day long?” The answer is stare at this. It’s an 8×12 in a 2-inch gilded frame. It’s the only thing on my desk besides my computer.