Looks like somebody made a new guy in accounting! Welcome to the office, hahaha!
Seriously though? I would much rather have this guy than Todd. Todd from accounting is the worst.
In my cubicle castle, all are welcomed!
All except Todd from accounting. Hate that guy.
Clip-a-saurus Rex gets angry when Tina's whiteout pen is stolen.
Seriously, Todd, respect other people's possessions. This is why you are never invited to afterwork drinks.
And the winner of this year's Golden Ring of Salt goes to... Janet from HR!!!
Todd came in 12th. Cause he sucks.
This is not the clippings of a Yorkie. It is actually a very rare breed of dog called the "Flattened Terrier."
We call Todd the "Flatulent Terror". Cause of the farts.
What is the bigger question? Why did this employee have so much time? Or why was this employee's friend wearing a condom while walking in the middle of the street?
While we're asking questions... Todd, why do you breath through your mouth all the time?
Like strawberries, but hate the seeds? Have nothing to do at work all day? Then I have the project for you!
I also have a project for you, Todd. It's called "Turn in Your Two Weeks."
These guys like to mix a little work with a little play. Okay, a little work with a lot of potentially destructive play.
Todd has never played Tic-Tac-Toe. Cause he has no friends.
Umm... you know there is an easier way to eat them, right? See, there is this new invention called "The Spoon."
While we're on spooning, I'd just like to remind Todd that he is going to die alone, never having felt the touch of another human being.
This lady is here to make sure you're not spending your whole day pooping on the boss's dime!
She is also the only woman who could ever love you, Todd.
When office diplomacy fails, it's time to turn to office warfare. And no office weapon is more deadly than the BIC CATAPULT!*
*No weapon, other than Todd's Mustard Gas-Breath. Seriously dude, could you breath through your nose for once in your life?
"A" for geographical accuracy. "D" for the waste of perfectly good chips.
Oh, they were Todd's chips? Never mind, "A+" all around.
This employee wasn't monkeying around when she set up this perfect display! I find it very a-PEEL-ing!
The rest of the office calls Todd "The Chimp." Cause he has abnormal amounts of body hair and he smells like he plays with his poop.
The bosses originally didn't want to spring for neon-colored Post-it notes, but in the end, we found the perfect use for them.
We plastered Todd's stupid '14 Xterra with them. Then we used the rest for this Nyan cat.
Don't sell yourself short, Paul, those rubber band celestial bodies are a great use of your time! At least you didn't spend your day writing Castle fan fiction while pretending to crunch numbers like someone else who will go unnamed!
Todd. It was Todd.