MORON CO-WORKERS: Fun with bodily functions

So it's Friday afternoon and everyone's taking it a little easy. That's great. No one enjoys slacking off more then I do.

Well maybe the people in the cubes a few rows over do. I'm on the phone earlier and every few seconds I hear roaring laughter coming from that direction. After I hang up, I find out what's causing it.

Fart noises.

Someone has brought in a whoopie cushion or something, and they have spent the past three hours using it. Fart noises are certainly funny in the right context. I laugh at bathroom humor all the time, and like any male, the amusing properties of breaking wind stood constant throughout my ascension from childhood to college to the present day.

But as much as I detest my job, I like to try and pretend that this company has some shred of professionalism. Slacking aside, I do attempt to maintain a particular demeanor during my eight hours of work.

At least I don't have to hear the idiots right now. They've taken their flatulence device to the other side of the room, or so I gather from the faint laughing fits I can detect from over there.

Those are my co-workers for you... putting the F-U-N in "unprofessional."