For years I waited, years for the romance to blossom. To florish. How wrong I was. How wrong we all were.
Between Pam’s newfound self-confidence and Jim’s stalking-turned-marriage, you both have turned into complete assholes. Suddenly you’re too good for Dunder-Mifflin and its colorful cast of characters.
Jim, you’re a pussy, you’re living in your parents old house, and you’re married to someone who didn’t want you for YEARS.
Pam, you’re still mousey and even less likeable than before, which is simply insane. And you piss me the fuck off whenever you do any interviews.
You two motherfuckers deserve each other. Enjoy your completely boring, meaningless lives and your baby that you, more than likely, are just making up for attention.