GPOY of me today. I have no intentions of leaving my room or unplugging from my ipod/textbooks/computer.
Me. At work right now.
“Where are the scanners?”
“Through the little door here.”
*walks past door*
“Which scanner is it?”
“Number 3 on the corner there.”
*Goes to every scanner but number 3*
“Oh this one!”
“No that’s 4. Turn around, 3 is behind you on the corner.”
THEY’RE NUMBERED FOR FUCK’S SAKE!
(Source: scullster)