24-Hour Contest: Say What?
Tuesday, June 17th, 2008 | 181 comments




What to do: fill in what Dwight and Michael are thinking! (Note that the bubbles show what they’re thinking, not what they’re saying out loud.)
To submit an entry: add a comment to this post with your text. (Don’t submit a graphic.)
Rules: 20 word limit per bubble. U.S. only, ONE ENTRY PER PERSON, correct spelling/punctuation/grammar, valid email address required.
Prize: I’ll pick one winner to receive a Target Office goodie from the OfficeTally Prize Chest. (Yes, I seem to have a chest-load of these things …)
Deadline: submit your entry by noon tomorrow, June 18th. You only have 24 hours!


Dwight: See. Then the number tells you how many bombs are around it.
Michael: I thought I was supposed to click on the bombs. The smiley face distracts me.
DWIGHT: I cannot believe Michael has me looking up prison webcam sites!
MICHAEL: Gee, I hope he can find Ryan on one of those webcams.
Dwight: Stupid porn advertisements. How can I serve Michael with all this crap in the way?
Michael: I wish he’d just click on the porn.
Dwight: What the hell? who is this Dwight talking to me online? I’m Dwight! ohh…this could be the future me.
Michael: I should probably tell Dwight that it’s Jim…no, It’s entertaining and plus it will keep me from doing work.
Michael: I did NOT know the human body can bend that way
Dwight: Eh, Seen it, in fact, I can do that if I wanted to
Daniel
I could have sworn that yesterday it said it was a 200 word limit haha! I though that was a little high. Here is my updated 20 word limit version.
Dwight: I can’t believe how much people are bidding on this Xterra. Who would actually buy this Japanese hunk of junk?
Michael: Hmm… The Xterra isn’t too shabby looking. Rugged, yet smooth.
Dwight: Why does Michael have a Google Earth link to the coordinates of Ryan’s house?
Michael: Would it kill Dwight to wash his nasty fingers before he lays them on my keyboard?
Dwight: Little Kid Lover?
Michael: Why hasn’t anyone messaged me on the dating site?
Dwight: Wait a minute, that’s the woman from Battlestar Galactica!
Michael: That looks like it HURTS!! I wonder if Jan can do that.
Dwight: Jim Halpert is horrible. He should work in a beet farm for a year. Except he would kill the beets.
Michael: Dwight smells like beets. Yuck.
Dwight: Jim Halpert. I despise Jim Halpert. Should I tell Michael what I think he should do with Jim Halpert? He is a disgrace to paper salesmen everywhere. Jim Halpert should work in a beet farm for a year. That would talk some sense into him. Except he would kill all the beets.
Michael: Dwight smells like beets. Yuck.
Dwight: “I wonder if they sell those Men In Black memory erasers on ebay.”
Michael: “Never knew that all this time him and Angela were still going at it. Thanks for the e-mail
Phyllis!”
Michael: Someone sent in a PostSecret about them loving their co-worker more than they should? TMI….
Dwight: I hope Michael doesn’t recognize my handwriting. Or the “Schrute Farms-You Can’t Beet Our Prices!” slogan on the card.
Dwight: This software is so out of date!
Michael: Cake sounds good right now.
Dwight: It is such an honor to help Michael.
Michael: Why is Dwight such an idiot?
also , nice one 144
Dwight: Our new online store is an embarrassment to the company. It won’t stop going down on me.
Michael: That’s what she said.
Dwight: We need to take infinity down! I am 99% better than this stupid magical box.
Michael: Can’t you just turn the computer off and it goes away?
Dwight:I should be running this office. I clearly know how to do everything.
Michael: Hurry up! I want to log on as LittleKidLover and see if I can pick up any ladies.
Dwight: There’s no mention of Troy on the Wikipedia ‘Hobbit’ page. I’d better add that.
Michael: Wikipedia is the best!