Garden Slacker Prints

'How's your garden?' - 'It's getting too much for me so I'm paving it.'

'He likes to rest before he gets tired.'

"Kindergarten, first grade,second grade, third grade...when do we get to retire?"

'Just look at him. The face that lunched on a thousand chips.'

'At least I don't have his life.'

'Jenkins, about these coffee breaks of yours...'

'If anyone's still interested, the definition of entropy is ^,'

Intermediate Slouching.

The Sedentary Dead.

"It took years of hard work to get my colleagues to expect nothing from me."

Who...what...why...when...where...whatever...

Sundayafternoon Carpenters

You're not a team player, Peters - and I think we can all agree that's a good thing. Beer.

Mr. Potato Head raking up leaves.

Man in office watching TV instead of a computer monitor.

"Wow! Nice job on that display, Baldo! Just don't tell the boss. He'll make you do more."

Oh, The Putzing You'll Do

"If God wanted me to go to church he wouldn't have put football on Sundays."

He had an accident at work-an idea struck him.

'Out to Hunch.'

'You know sooner or later they'll notice you've replaced your monitor with a portable TV.'

'I don't feel like getting out of bed today - Just tell everybody to go with laissez-faire.'

"You know I'd help if it weren't for my bum knee."

"I wouldn't say he was a creature of habit - more of a creature with bad habits."

"Have you seen Joey?"

While you were in

"What is the first item on the to do list?"

'I don't care if you hit the office football pool - get back to work!'

'Mr. Bosley and I will be busy all afternoon investigating offshore opportunities.'

'The weather was much to rotten to go to work.'

Relax, Dobson...I'm not here for another one of your crazy excuses...but it's good to know where to come if I ever need one.

"Honestly, Baldo, sometimes you're languid to the point of lethargy. Wouldn't you say you're torpid."

"Joey...I need you spending more time helping customers."

"We're not year-round people, weekend people, or summer people. We're last-ten-days-in-August people."

Throwing snails into next door's garden