So there’s this new guy at work that started last night. I’m siting across from him at the break table, and this fucker tries to tell me he ran 4 miles in 3 minutes. I just stared at him so confused. Either he’s amazing at fucking with me, or he has literally no concept of time or numbers. Fuck off, dude.
He then referred to himself as a “nerd” and he loves Teen Wolf, the show. He then says, “Yeah, I’m everything. Nerd, Jock, Hunter.” He lists 3 goddamn things, and that’s somehow everything. He’s 30.