Dwar boss. I am not buying your squeaky-clean persona, you friggin phony. Every time there is even a hint of something veering off course you act like the vaults of hell are opening up on you. Because you feel like you will be exposed as the unclean piece of filth that you know you are. You always have to be right, you make vanilla look f****** scandalous you pathetic repressed caricature. How can I possibly take you seriously and want to follow in your gawky footsteps. The joke is on you, four-eyed fuckface. Yes, getting it right is crucial to our lives and livelihoods, but you act like it is the end-all be-all of human existence. As if you would understand that because you are completely incapable of abstract thinking. (Holy s*** I want to slam that girl that just ran by) I know you are fair and just. Which can only mean that the obnoxious tone you take with us, is the same disgusted tone you must take with yourself. We are a f****** firm of professionals and no one else in management is sending hissy emails and putting things in all caps, you f****** crybaby. Take your electric car and shove some voltage up your smug self righteous a** and wake the f*** up. Your wife looks f****** miserable, probably because she knows you j******* to greta thunders you twisted f***. We all have to drink the corporate Kool aid but you are back there mainlining the f****** powder. You are so f****** into yourself and anyone that makes fun of you is my automatic friend. You are a champion of mediocrity. Wake the f*** up.