Everyday I walk into the Vice Melbourne office and sit down at my respective desk I am faced with two challenges: 1. Writing a letter (with a pen that writes in AIDS instead of ink) to the Australian Government to bar any Australian from being permitted to pick up an instrument or be let within a thousand meters of a recording studio and 2. Not tarring and feathering my editor for her latest installment of video forwards that ruin my life more with each passing day. Here's a few of my favorite office forward emails I've seen in the last few months.
This classic gets 'em every time:
This one isn't good at all:
It isn't good on fucking piano either:
This one's just bizarre:
Stay tuned, folks, cause Uncle Sharkey will be sharing with you what people can't NOT fucking share with me. Keep an internet ass-clit peeled for my next installment of Worst Vice Office Forwards.