Bottom of the Pot

I want to dip a wooden boat oar in roofing tar, light it on fire and beat the skin off the bastard that keeps taking the last cup of coffee and not making a fresh pot. Do you not like a pleasant work environment? How about a damp Detroit basement, duct taped to a support beam where you can be shot with a super soaker full of fresh hot coffee? Does that sound better than nice quiet comfortable office where coffee is always available? If it does, then keep it up hand job, because that’s where you are going to end up. Try and consider who you may be pissing off by depriving them of the one substance that allows them to be functional after pulling an all nighter. It is not that difficult to make another pot of Jo after you take the last sh!tty cup. I don’t think you avoid this simple task because it is too difficult for your Down Syndrome inconsiderate ass. I think you do this because you want to be beaten. You are a masochistic freak of nature that is looking to be smacked in cheek bone with an open Swingline stapler. That’s why you do this at least 3 days a week. Well my mortal little enemy… enjoy the next pot when you come in tomorrow morning because it will most certainly be made with urine contaminated toilet water. I’ll bet you don’t even notice the difference. FYI..I won’t post this until after the pot was already imbibed. Now that’s justice FMD style!