# **Oh My God, I've Turned Myself into the Office Bimbo!** I stared at the screen in horror as the computer restarted without warning, the familiar Windows logo spinning like it was mocking me. Oh fuck. Oh god, no. My manicured nails—long, pink, and glossy—clacked desperately aga

*“Uwaa,”* you yawn out in your front yard, bags in hand, scratching your Hawaiian shorts-covered ass while waiting for a car that should’ve arrived on your street an hour ago for your beach trip. Mercifully, it pulls up just when you’re ready to phone the one responsible for pick

"I've got it." my friend suddenly exclaimed. I stopped what I was doing and turned my attention towards him. "Got what?" I asked with slight curiosity, already knowing generally what he would suggest. "We should use the remote for a competition." I nodded my approval, I like