What is up with these fucking ball chairs?
I come back from Costa Rica and all of a sudden everybody at work is sitting on these goofy balls. Have you seen these? They’re these big sturdy plastic balls that will easily support your average not-fat person. My bitch Chad sits on one of them all fucking day, slowly bouncing up and down at his desk. I think he looks like an idiot, but that’s just me.
Those things can’t be good for you. I give Chad another week before he goes back to a chair with hip dysphasia or something.
Plus, this is an office for God’s sake, not a day care. Play with your balls at home. Please.