We're all for keeping a child-like mentality. If you knew us, you'd probably say we are terribly immature (to which we say what makes maturity so awesome). We're okay with that. Different strokes for different folks and so on. There's something wrong, though, when an adult spends time with children as an equal.
Our co-worker Mosquito has a group of preteens who love her. This is not, in and of itself, a problem. Kids admire adults. The problem is in how Mosquito interacts with those kids. She sits under tables with them. Blows off business lunches to go to their speeches. Got invited to their slumber party. AND ATTENDED. Yes, you read that right. Mosquito, who is thirty, went to a slumber party with a group of twelve year old girls. Mosquito who is old enough to be their mother went to a slumber party not as a chaperone but as an active participant. Does that seem as wrong to you as it does to us?
It troubles us that not only do our co-workers see no problem with this situation (they are idiots, after all) but the parents are okay with it too. We wouldn't let our preteens run around in pajamas with an adult.
Mosquito seems to be suffering under the delusion that she is still a child. Wake up and smell reality, Mosquito. You are a business professional. You are likely sprouting your first gray hairs. Childhood is behind you and no amount of cavorting with your child posse will bring it back.
Are you listening, Mosquito?
It's time once again for Stuff Out of Context! Today's line is:
Here. Eat this slug. That's romantic.
What's worse: the fact that Mo has taken over this grocery store or that he is showing off that fact by doing chin-ups on the sign.
We find these things equally terrible
Today we bring you our representation of our co-workers' approach to budgeting. That's all we have to say. The image speaks for itself.
It's time once again for Stuff Out of Context! Today's line is:
I can't believe there's a snowblower in the refrigerator.
Today continues the Rabid Mo dream sequence series. Today's picture is like a modern Psycho. You are out for a drive that goes on too long and need a place to stay the night. You come across a small B&B in the countryside. Seems like an ideal place to rest your weary head. Until you discover the proprietor is a psychopathic, giant, rabid, squirrel.
Ever wonder what your mental landscape would be like if it were a real place? We do. We question our mental world often. Given what we post on here, we bet it would be a strange and terrifying place.
Take this picture for an example. This is the product of a random thought one of us had. We leave it to you to guess which one.
And no, it's not just a baby. It's foaming at the mouth. It's rabid. That's right. A rabid baby. We can't explain it.
It's time once again for Stuff Out of Context! Today's line is:
You're not a bus if you don't have the wavies.
Today begins a special Mo Monday series. Think of it like a dream sequence. This is Mo's ideal world, where he is a giant among men, the dominant species. It is terrifying.
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