Zeke: I had to work through my lunch hour because Betsy thinks I came in an hour late.
Clem: Crater-faced cunt.
Clem: Crater-faced cunt.
by Krakky McKraken November 05, 2006
Worse than a sick twisted fuck. Worse than a sick twisted disturbed fuck. A sick twisted disturbed *psychotic* fuck is so vile, so putrid, so *unbearable* that no punishment in hell is sufficient to destroy him. Cheap. Crazy. Chases everybody around with inscrutable, mind-numbing questions. Mumbles when he talks and has so little love for his own family he'll ruin everyone else's lives in retaliation. The kind of deranged freak you want to crucify in an empty swimming pool and set on fire. You want to sit his kids on his chest, then pull his scrotum up over his head, forcing his kids to gnaw their way free.
STDPF: Hi, I was in on Sunday & I found these boxes of old envelopes. I know they have our old, old address on them but I figure you can just scratch that out with a pencil and use them, what does it matter, who opens them anyway, just a fucking secretary? If you could do that to every envelope, I think there's 1500 of them, get that done by lunchtime, that'll be great.
(slurps coffee)
STDPF: Now, I found these three boxes of pencils, so if you want to sharpen them all, I know they're kinda old and don't have erasers but I think people might want to use them, they write really well and maybe you can even use them to scratch out our old addresses! Now here...here are 8 boxes of letterhead with my name on each sheet, if you could just cross my name off of them we can use them for official correspondence and that way we can save a few bucks and maybe get you some part-time help a few months from now maybe a high school kid in the afternoon after school but you're doing a great job as it is-----
Clyde: Would you shut *up*, you sick twisted disturbed psychotic FUCK?
(slurps coffee)
STDPF: Now, I found these three boxes of pencils, so if you want to sharpen them all, I know they're kinda old and don't have erasers but I think people might want to use them, they write really well and maybe you can even use them to scratch out our old addresses! Now here...here are 8 boxes of letterhead with my name on each sheet, if you could just cross my name off of them we can use them for official correspondence and that way we can save a few bucks and maybe get you some part-time help a few months from now maybe a high school kid in the afternoon after school but you're doing a great job as it is-----
Clyde: Would you shut *up*, you sick twisted disturbed psychotic FUCK?
by Krakky McKraken July 11, 2008
A cheap, anal retentive moron who runs a mid-sized company. Insinuates himself into every little thing. Refuses to spend money to improve the firm but complains that things don't get done. Masturbates to the junk mail he gets. Also sick twisted disturbed fuck.
Daisy Mae: Do we have any diskettes?
Zeke: We used to. I was told by management we weren't using what we had so I couldn't get my order for more approved.
Daisy Mae: What a sick twisted fuck.
Zeke: We used to. I was told by management we weren't using what we had so I couldn't get my order for more approved.
Daisy Mae: What a sick twisted fuck.
by Krakky McKraken November 05, 2006
An urban "Skunk-Ape"; City dwelling relative of the Sasquatch. Often mistaken as the "Missing Link". Unkempt in appearence, of poor posture, with grimy, thin hair of varying length, and an odor that is an all-out assault on the olfactory senses. Largely unfamiliar with hygenic practices of all aspects. Often seen loping around an office digging through trash for coupons and other discarded treasures. Treats ordinary everyday roadblocks as dire, emergency situations. Extremely unskilled with the simplest of office tools and machinery.
by Krakky McKraken July 27, 2006
Pompous busybody who stands up during meetings to publicly embarrass themselves by giving passionate but utterly false and/or idiotic speeches. They're also very bossy and always have opinions about subjects they know nothing about.
Clem: Elaine turned into Little Caesar this morning and started ranting about the change in the dress code policy, so the others all started throwing half-eaten bagels at her.
by Krakky McKraken November 12, 2006
An edible piece of drywall that comes complete with a spackle spread, packaged like a Cheese & Crackers.
by Krakky McKraken December 16, 2004
Form of dance wherein one moves only the head in a sort of bobble-motion, back and forth, like the singers in crappy early 80s New Wave videos.
by Krakky McKraken July 21, 2006