
Our Miranda who art in New York hallowed be thy mane
Thy fury come thy will be done
In the office as in the the meeting room
Give us this day our monthly magazine
And forgive us our lack of fashion sense
As we forgive those who have wear ugly sweaters against us
Lead us not into incompetence
But deliver us from anything but perfection
Now and in the hour of our firing
Amen.
(I AM GOING TO EVERY CIRCLE OF HELL)
(via mirand-ah)