What really goes on in CollegeHumor offices may surprise you, unless you're already familiar with unprofessional, inappropriate slackoffs getting nothing done.

Office alliances and basic common sense fall to shit when HR mandates a one-night criminal free-for-all.

When Rekha and Sam plan a charity casino night, Trapp and Grant can’t resist putting together a crack team to pull off the dumbest heist ever.

When the gang take a writer's retreat, a homicidal Trapp becomes hell-bent on producing just one damn sketch. Meanwhile, haunted by premonitions, Sam valiantly dawdles.

With all the personally tailored torments, satanic sexpots, and historical monsters, it's almost like a Hell away from home.

When Murph has a premonition of a breakroom bloodbath, it sets off a chain of deadly events in the CollegeHumor offices. They can run, but they can't hide.

The glistening fruits of our ill-conceived annual tradition of guerrilla video making. We do it for you, and you're so welcome. Behold the bounty or whatever.

The Phantom (Streeter Seidell) isn't here to make friends. He isn't here to work or haunt, either. Honestly, we think he's a freelance corporate loiterer.

Slacker comedy writer-turned-hapless drug dealer Katie Marovitch makes coke a joke in this darkly funny origin story inspired by Breaking Bad.