Many of you may remember Stress Pig, the poor soul who died so that I might not bust out of my cubical like the Kool-Aid Man and throw a copy machine at someone.
Saddest day ever. Also a bad day for the copy machine. Kidding. Sorta.
Well my dear friends Drew and Tia (thanks guys!) located a replacement pig, henceforth to also be named Stress Pig, because I am uncreative.
The new Stress Pig seems a little intense to me though. Maybe he reads my blog?