I have spoken many times about my highly entertaining work atmosphere. My office partner usually (KEY WORD HERE) has me rolling in the aisles. Today, however, she has declared war upon my person. This comes after yesterday, when she announced that I have become old and menopausal, and the fact that I have a can of chicken noodle soup sitting on my desk further cements her prognosis, seeing as how it takes no teeth to chew chicken noodle soup.
I'm about to show her little skinny ass what menopausal and hormonal truly means.
(wadding up piles of paper balls)