Some fat pig who always dresses like she's hot (including the small pointy shoes so her fat feet just start bubbling over the top of the shoe like a fucking bun cake) just left the office to buy beer and food cause she realized it is Cinco de Mayo. I will spend the next hour trying to come up with something clever to scream out at the party at the perfect time about her weight problems. It should probably tie in the "holiday" somehow too.