"Obviously you dumbfucks didn't get the memo," your boss screams, tiny bits of spittle flying wildly from his mouth. "When I say the memo, I mean both the verbal directions I gave you not to fuck with this computer and the actual, physical fucking memorandum I sent to each of you via e-mail which I printed out and taped onto the monitor of the aforementioned computer which is not to be fucking fucked with, which has quite clearly had fuckery done upon it!"
By the time the boss is done with his rant, his face is a bright red and a small trail of saliva runs down the left corner of his mouth.
"Boss, those directions listed a very specific list of actions that were not to be performed on that computer," you clarify, "and I don't believe replacing the mouse with an Atari joystick, which, I might add, has the same functionality as if not superior functionality to the mouse -"
You pause a moment to hold in a snicker. Your coworkers also attempt to stifle their laughter, but are markedly less successful.
"- was among the listed forbidden actions," you finish.
"This isn't over, fuckwads," your boss growls before storming down the hall and disappearing into his office.
"Jim!" you shout, snapping your fingers at your coworker. "What's next on the list?"
"Uhhh..." Jim stutters, pulling a small notebook from his pocket, "wipe all the symbols off the keyboard and replace them with wingdings."
You only got a handful of fucks out of the boss on the last one. Maybe this'll break a dozen.