And eyes in the back of my tiny little head.

Some IM madness exchanged at the office this afternoon between myself and Bill. Let me preface this by saying that my desk faces absolutely no one, which is why I have covered the wall I see for 8 hours a day in pictures of a variety of mustachioed animals, and California Farm Bureau president Doug Mosebar.

me: what kind of chips are those?
bill: S + V
bill: My god, how did you know I was eating chips with your back turned
bill: oh
bill: wait
bill: you have ears