Office Carrion
the leftover food at work from catered lunches, personal pizzas, cookies, and sandwich platters that starving and overworked staff eat after about 1:15pm instead of rushing out to grab a quick bite.
1. you should have seen the hordes of co-ops fighting over the office carrion today!
2. man, i was so busy with back to back meetings today, then that idiot booked a lunch meeting… all i had to eat today was some office carrion. i had to kill four co-ops to eat.
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