BLONDE CHICK: Hahahahahaha! Oh my gaw, Bob, you’re sooo funny! [Look at me. Look at me.]
GUY IN ORANGE VEST: Whaa? I’m not jokin’ around. My head’s throbbing.
ASIAN CHICK: Middle drawer of my desk. Help yourself.
BLONDE CHICK: [Why doesn't he pay attention to me? Do I look bloated today? I should have worn my hair down to hide my fat face. Shit, shit.]
GUY IN ORANGE VEST: Auggggggh. It’s turning into a migraine. God, I wish you could poke a hole in my head with those chopsticks! The pressure!
BLONDE CHICK: I know how to use chopsticks!
GUY IN ORANGE VEST: (to Blonde Chick) Huh?
BLONDE CHICK: [God, look at her. All she does is eat carbs all day and she's still a stick. Bitch!] Oh, uh, were you talking to me? Really? Oh my god, finally. It’s, uh, it’s just…I…I REALLY WANT TO BONE YOU BOB. I’ve thought of nothing else for the last four months. God, I can’t believe I just said that out loud. Well, there it is. I want you so bad, I WOULD DO YOU RIGHT NOW even though I have my period and it’s a serious heavy-flow day and I only have one Super Plus Plus Tampon left which might not get me through the day after we consummate our sweet–
GUY IN ORANGE VEST: Shoot, I’m sorry, can we talk about trading shifts later? My head…I think I’m going to throw up.
Guy in Orange Vest runs off.
ASIAN CHICK: I think I just did.
BLONDE CHICK: Seriously? Hey, are you gonna finish that rice bowl?
Thanks, Ashley and Jasmine!
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