Eeeeevillll, like the fru-its of the dev-il

So it turns out the picture Mr. Friday night has on his desk is not of his girlfriend. No, it's some friend of his from high school or something.

Actually, it turns out his girlfriend works in the same office we do. Can this sordid little tale get any worse? Nahhhh. No wonder he didn't want anyone else in the office to know about it.

I'm over it. In fact, I think the whole damn thing is pretty funny.

Everytime I pass her or she walks by my desk all I can do is smirk and say inwardly

Ha ha, I slept with your boyfriend...and it really wasn't all that great!

Good lord I'm so bad sometimes. Just chalk it up as one of my many charms.