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Oh, the Humanity

::comes in, sees desk, drops cup of decaf::
Who had sex on my desk?????
That is SERIOUSLY less than cool!!!
Tramonti! Get the lumalight. I want CSU up here NOW.


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May. 19th, 2006 07:38 am (UTC)
Buncha SAVAGES at this job!
::stands on chair:: ATTENTION, PEOPLE. You are NOT ZOO ANIMALS! You do NOT have to HUMP on EVERY surface in this BUILDING!
May. 19th, 2006 07:40 am (UTC)
sfpdacosta: ::glances over at her while Mike is yelling::
nypdeames: ::amused look at Acosta::
sfpdacosta: ::tries to stifle laughter::
nypdeames: ::smirks and goes back to paperwork::
sfpdacosta: ::smirks and quickly glances at Mike before returning to work::

nypdeames: ::gets up to take another file over to Acosta's desk and lowers her voice:: Should we let him suffer?
sfpdacosta: ::takes the file and opens it as if he's looking through it:: Let him figure it out on his own. He is a detective after all.
nypdeames: ::snickers:: Sounds like a plan to me. Enjoy some more work. ::sets another stack of paperwork on his desk::
sfpdacosta: ::raises an eyebrow, in a slightly louder voice:: Didn't check the calendar yet, did you?
nypdeames: It's your unbirthday. And it would be rude of me not to bring you a few gifts.

sfpdacosta: Long as you're not putting a 12 where the 5 goes.
nypdeames: ::laughs:: I'll be back with more unbirthday presents later. ::goes back to her desk::
sfpdacosta: That's hella great... ::returns to work::
nypdeames: ::smiles and goes back to her desk to return to her work, smirking as Mike freaks out about his desk::
May. 19th, 2006 07:44 am (UTC)
Smell this! WHO DID IT ON MY DESK!!!

Whoever did this better admit it RIGHT NOW!!!!!!
May. 19th, 2006 07:54 am (UTC)
It smells like desk and feet.
May. 19th, 2006 07:55 am (UTC)
Which one of these *ASSBITERS* stood on my DESK to.....to....DO IT??????
May. 19th, 2006 07:57 am (UTC)
Your feet. Which obviously smell the worst out of everyone here.
May. 19th, 2006 08:01 am (UTC)
What? No, that's....Oh. Well, then maybe nobdy did it.

I also resent that comment. I'll have you know Caro buys industrial-strength odor-eaters and the get worn out in three days. I had to promise not to tell anyone ---- oops.
May. 19th, 2006 08:10 am (UTC)
Caro says YOUR feet are the stinkiest in the squadroom, Bobby.
She said it wasn't Bastard killing the rats, the died of your feet.
May. 19th, 2006 08:13 am (UTC)
They can't smell my feet across the room. Yours, they can.
May. 19th, 2006 07:54 am (UTC)
And coffee.
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