Office pilates

I am always pleased to find other people in my office who somehow manage to do even less work than I. Take this guy for example. A classic suit & tie samurai, weary from the daily rigors of sitting immobile at a desk reading the newspaper and scratching his ass. Sure, he may be sleeping now, but he's got the leathered skin and battle damage eyepatch to prove he deserves every hard-fought second of that catnap.

Probably poked it out dozing off over his pencil tin.





Running in 90 degree heat after dark is the shit. By which, I mean it royally sucks.