Turns out cleaning can be fun. Obviously not the actual act of cleaning cuz that’s lame, but mild exercise while you rock out ain’t that bad, especially if Sally is around to pester. Today at the office it was spring cleaning day. I pointed out to Clarence that cleaning our desks out won’t make Olga more attractive but his fist disagrees. Clarence’s with Olga may be the most attractive woman I have ever seen, but I convinced the office Clarence won’t ever hear it from us. Oh shit Derrick’s coming over.
“Derrick how good to see you,” I say as plastic as possible.
“Don’t play games with me Tank I saw you in my desk.”
“What desk? I hardly go through my own desk and you think I would go through yours? Derrick, I’m ashamed.”
“Damnit Tank give me back my ruler.”
Stupid Derrick knowing I took his ruler. It’s not like you can just walk out on the street and get an original spongebob ruler they gave away at its premiere nick awards. Sure Derrick says I can buy it off him for ten bucks but it’s a stupid ruler. There is never a reason to spend more than five dollars on a ruler. I mean, sure, the ruler could also have a level in it, and a watch, maybe some sort of scissors attached for precise cuts but that ain’t just a ruler anymore is it? I’m talkin’ bout’ a simple one foot ruler with inches and possibly millimeters. That sure as shit ain’t worth five dollars, and he wants ten. Palease. The last time I-
“Tank where is my ruler?”
“I’m sorry what?”
“My ruler that you stole from me where is it?”
“Why would I take your ruler?”
“Because in my drawer was a sticky note where my ruler was that read, ‘hey vagina nose, I stole what you don’t deserve you obese, overweight, fat, large, rotund, giant, freak looking, garbage eating, eggrolling, big, grande, huge, grand canyon sized, boob licking (talking about your own boobs cuz you can lick ‘em yourself and you do), large penis having, whale sized, caramel corn chewing, lunchbox, cake, stew making, chubby, chubs, chuberino, poop faced man, Sincerely you know it was me Tank I can’t believe you read all that.’”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“I don’t know and I don’t appreciate the theft of my things or this note. I’m only ten pounds heavier than you dude.”
“Pff yeah and an inch shorter. Anyway I gave it to Sally.”
“Why?”
“Because I like her damnit, and I’m gonna shower her with gifts a plenty until she realizes we got a Jim and Pam thing going on and leaves that fancy pants husband of hers for some local flavor.”
“It was a Spongebob ruler.”
“I know, you don’t it was hard to give away, but I had to damnit for her. She’s probably wet just thinking about how much I sacrificed for her.”
“Hey Sally!”, The dumbass Derrick yells across the cubicle room. “You got my spongebob ruler?”
“It might be in my trash with all the other shit Tank dumped on me,” The Angel Sally replies.
Derrick looks at me as if I should know better, but what I should know better I’m not sure of because I’m too busy looking for another great gift to make Sally’s love for me go unchecked.
“Tank are you alright man?”
“About as alright as the American Economy.”
Holla, politics, yes this whole monologue has been one long political joke, pretty great huh? Yeah I’m clever.