Dwight, you ignorant slut.
❝ Jim, you’re 6”11 and you weigh 90 pounds, Gumby has a better body than you. Boom roasted.
Dwight, you’re a kissass. Boom roasted.
Pam, you failed art school. Boom roasted.
Kevin, I can’t decide between a fat joke and a dumb joke. Boom roasted.
Angela, where are you? Oh there you are, I couldn’t find you behind that grain of salt. Boom. Roasted.
Meredith, you’ve slept with so many guys you’re starting to look like one. Boom roasted.
Creed, you’re teeth called, your breath stinks. Boom roasted.
Stanley, you crush your wife during sex and your heart sucks. Boom roasted.
Oscar, you’re gay. Boom roasted.
Andy, Cornell called. They said you suck and you’re gayer than Oscar. Boom roasted.
Guys you know I kid. ❞
- Michael Scott
❝ Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on: you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently he starts knocking the house in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make sense. What on earth is He up to? The explaination is that He is buidling quite a different house from the one you thought of—throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were going to be made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself. ❞
- C.S. Lewis