You do the load of laundry that you have, not the load of laundry that you want.
The fact that the overhead camera in front of my office is fake doesn’t stop me from giving it the finger on the way out every day.
Mix it up a little. Text a random phone number the following msg:
“The fat one won’t fit into the woodchipper. What do you want me to do?”
I wish Kristen from finance would tell us her husband was an “attorney” one more time so I could feel better about shitting in her purse.