I needed some sticky notes, but couldn’t find any on my desk. So I scoured about the office to borrow one, but there wasn’t anyone around… except Mojo Jojo - the were-simian that has 12 chromosomes fewer than a Down Syndrome patient, who also miraculously got an engineering degree from Ohio…

Me : “Dude, do you have some of those sticky notes that I can use?”

Mojo Jojo : “Errmmm, what’s that?”

Me : “You know, sticky notes - you write something on it and stick it all over the place. ‘Post-It’ notes, they call it.”

Mojo Jojo : “Ohhhh! Those!”

Me : [rolls eyes] “Yeah… those. Do you have any? I just need one.”

Mojo Jojo : “Errr, you mean koshtek, right?”

I was almost rendered speechless by his sheer stupidity. But I eventually yelled at him out of reflex…

Me : “Nooo you fucking retard! Sticky notes! Not koshtek!”

Mojo Jojo : [looking at me. puzzled.]

Me : “Nevermind…”

Apparently, he must have thought everything that sticks is called a koshtek. Fuckk!

I feel sad for his parents. If I am his father, I would have traded this motherfucking piece of shit with a box of Tic Tacs.