I will not be insulting the elements this weekend. Here is my stapler.

Wait, there has been an error. Hold on.

The stapler was a gift from Schmutzie. The rest of the office envies me my stapler.
No one envies the dead dry weed on the street. It is pitied by all.
Reader Comments (3)
Office Space!
I like that it's a 747 ... the jumbo jet of staplers. (PS I find my nom-de-plume now, unexpectedly, appropriate)
It's a Swingline 747, no less.