Today we are all this capybara. And Monday is the monkey.
Monday taunts us all weekend long. We just sit there and take it, knowing fully well that eventually it will get close enough to punch us in the face.
And after that, Monday will kick us in the eye. Then walk all over us on its way out.
"At least Monday didn't throw his poo," we'll say, staring at our cubicle wall.
[via Super Punch]