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Ping Pong i guess.

I don’t think my parents played anything else ever.

That is funny

… and you mom when the last of the coke drips on your pants.

Marketing and other managers with ocd.

One day all folders get numbering, so they are in unknown illogical order. Other day they’re renamed or some crap added in the end.

Every FUCKING desktop shortcut and email link stops working.

… and then you see the guy in the hall in low altitude flight towards some meeting to incoherently delegate crap he came up with and you wonder what would happen if you tripped him. Would he ever get up? Would the act of stopping cause him an aneurysm.