I just told you, Marc is sick. Sick, as in not feeling good. As in needs lots of sleep and QUIET so he can get up at five and do his job safely and responbibly. I told you this, nicely. Yet you continue to sing along LOUDLY to your Outkast poo poo song and booty dance in front of his expensive computer.
KEEP IT DOWN!!!
May I be the first to say:
What the fuck!? 
ICE COLD!!
hehe…
Jarrod
The only thing I’m confused about is what this Outkast “poo poo” song you’re referring to is. Are you talking about Roses?
Yeah, It starts talking about how the shit don’t stink but then roses smell like Poo poo.
Or something.
I came in here with entirely different expectations.
Good luck with the culprit.