Caleb: That's bullshit. me: returning the 29th me: tomorrow Caleb: When are you going back? me: Fine, I'll throw the shampoo out, ask around me: I get back from Dallas me: fine, I'll do it when Caleb: But I might ask around a little more if you promise to throw the blue bottle of shampoo out. Caleb: You'll have to come down to HR and do it yourself. me: also, give my resume to someone me: like TEEN SCREAM QUEEN BAD DREAM TEAM Caleb: Especially the life-long Brooklyners at the sports desk behind me. me: you should think up some good headlines, then me: right Caleb: And now all the classy people at the Daily News think less of me. Caleb: It smells like shit. Caleb: No, but for reals. Caleb: SERIOUSLY!!! Caleb: What the hell, dude? me: nope Caleb: Did you buy that? Caleb: Have you smelled that shit? Caleb: Oh, thanks, bra. me: I'M BACK LOL me: clunk me: step step step me: "Ah ha, here's the shampoo!" Caleb: Seriously. me: (door creaking) me: step step step me: okay Caleb: Get that out of my bathroom right now. me: ah-so Caleb: It's that fucking shampoo. Caleb: Sweet. me: AS IF me: um, no Caleb: Are you taking your computer? Caleb: It gets to where a body has to work for a living. Caleb: Not all of us are parasites of the system. me: OK!!!! Caleb: I have to get back to work. Caleb: Alright. me: word Caleb: None of my allies are around yet. Caleb: I'll see what I can do. me: DO IT me: ask around about jobs for me Caleb: Sweet. me: I SUPPOSE YOU CAN Caleb: I can play the zombie game?