Rosie get off your desk, and please put your beard away.

Louise Rennison
Rosie get off your desk, and please put your beard...
Rosie get off your desk, and please put your beard...
Rosie get off your desk, and please put your beard...
Rosie get off your desk, and please put your beard...
About This Quote

This advice is meant to be kind, but it also tells Rosie that he shouldn't be so distracting. The author of this quote wants Rosie to stop being so distracting and focus on what he is doing. Rosie is distracting other people in the office with his beard in the way. If Rosie would only take his beard away, people would be able to get their jobs done without being distracted by it.

Source: Stop In The Name Of Pants!

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