Canine Office Bastard

The meanest, smallest, lewdest, rudest son of a bitch to ever balance on a ball in green tights

The Hiring Party

by stabbo
7-03-05


	I was curious: What does a clueless Aryan fellow such as yourself actually do around here?


	Word 'round the campfire is, if you had the chance to lick Hitler's ass your tongue would end up coming out of his mouth.


	I get coffee for all the top executives. I really don't think you're allowed to talk to me that way.


	No need to get snippy, you pasty brown-noser. Just stay away from my tender bottom. Is that shame in your briefcase? Can you give me a recommendation?

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