(Note: This will not be translated for the few nerds who aren't cool enough to watch the office, so if you don't understand what I'm talking about, *you can go eat a bowl of dicks)
After two years of wretching in agony waiting for something to happen with Jim and Pam, the clouds break, the sun rises, I can breathe again, and Jim and pam make out. Yes aside from the time austin realized sammy didn't have amnesia, this is the greatest televised moment of my life.
are you fucking kidding me? Roy, who could ever love someone named roy? Roy is the name of a fat kid, or a pirate, not pam beesleys fiance. Choosing Roy over Jim, is like choosing a fat turd over grilled ahi tuna. Jim is sweet and good for you, as where Roy is digested leftovers and smells like shit.
all I know is, if I had to watch one more episode where jim looked longingly through the blinds in the break room onto pam hammering away at her computer, i was going to shatter my skull. how could she not love jim? Oh here comes roy, in his overalls on his way to drink a 40 and watch girls gone wild. FAG.
UGH GOD THE AGONY. I want to cuddle jim, why is he so obssessed with this frizz haired receptionist? doesnt he know a unwed fat mother exists in wisconsin? oh shit, he isint real. Jim is the greatest man in existance. its science folks.
If pam doesnt leave roy for jim. I will cut my legs off and mail them to the writers. If pam ends up marrying roy, I will cease to exist and my life will become one of misery and endless weeping. Jim and Pam are the couple we all hope exists. The obvious soul mate, other half just across the office. Well, maybe I just hope jim exists.
All I have to say is If Jim was real, my last name would be halpurt, and instead of typing this blog, I would be riding his wiener.
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