Blockhead neanderthal attacks 19 year old's workspace.

I had just gotten home from a rather successful day at work, my mother had just finished cooking a nice pasta dinner and a rather upsetting tweet come across the timeline.

You're probably thinking "damn here goes OMTE blogging about his desk again" and you're right. It's my third blog about my desk. I don't want to keep blogging about my desk, I only wanted to write the one introductory desk blog. However, when people are constantly going after my desk, I feel the need to defend it.

As soon as I saw this blockhead motherfucker walking towards the bar area with a goddamn axe I knew my desk was probably toast. Thankfully Smitty isn't on the juice anymore and isn't strong enough to split my desk in two. If I had come in today and my desk was collapsed in two I would be throwing a fit right now. Good thing that doesn't have to happen.

As per JackMac, Nate's friend also sat on my desk and it toppled over.

I know, I'm just as surprised as you that Nate has friends.

The underneath of my desk is fucked. The legs are disconnected and now I have a big hole in the middle of it. The worst part about it is it isn't my desk. My Uncle actually let me borrow it because he runs a non-profit organization in NYC and happened to have a spare folding table. I had to lug that thing all over the city to get it to the office. Now I have to break the news to my loving uncle that some blockhead dummy decided to axe it and that some fat boy nearly broke the table just by sitting on it.

Not a great day to be my desk. Hopefully in the future my coworkers will have a little respect for my workspace.

someone will literally be paying for this.