So… IT WAS YOU! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it all along! DAMN YOU, I, ANONYMOUS! Damn you to hellllll.
I was the one who clipped their fingernails in the conference room. I let my nail clippings fly all over the table and chairs, and when our next meeting was had, I feigned outrage and disgust like the best of you. It is also me who leaves a little streak of blood on the toilet seat, but I only do this once a month, if you catch my drift. Oh sure, I see the streak when it’s made, but I leave it there while a smile starts to grow on my face.
But the confession doesn’t stop there! Read the rest here, and if you would like to anonymously confess your horrible sins (or drop off a rant), you know where to go: THE I, ANONYMOUS BLOG (that’s pretty much covered in streaks of blood 90 percent of the time).
