Reuse Reduce Recycle
on July 19th, 2008While going through my rss feeds on Google Reader I came across this. I don’t think it’s exactly what they meant though:
Things not to do at that new job
on July 8th, 2008Things not to do at your new job #261:
When turning in that first written report, do not include the word, “dicksnap.”
Dyxselia
on June 16th, 2008I suggest we change the word Dyslexia into a palindrome, to reduce confusion.
Master of the Loonyverse
on May 27th, 2008Once again I find myself magically humming the theme song from the old cartoon, “He-Man and the Masters of the Universe”
How does this happen?
Butt Plug
on May 23rd, 2008So today this video was being sent around the office. I remember hearing this on the radio years ago. When the CEO of the company came in to our office and we showed him he asked, “Why would anyone use a butt plug?”
A coworker made the brilliant observation, “Yeah… when did we stop wondering about why anyone would use one and just decide that the concept was funny on its own?
A coworker made the brilliant observation, “Yeah… when did we stop wondering about why anyone would use one and just decide that the concept was funny on its own?
Dicktion
on April 30th, 2008On my lunch break I saw a sign for an online dating service based in the city I now work in.
Single?
CummingSingles.com
Really now.
Some people go this way, some people go that way, some people go both ways.
on February 13th, 2008
Wai
on January 22nd, 2008
Ow
on January 14th, 2008
How Convenient
on January 4th, 2008I was in a traffic accident on the 2nd. Having experienced some wackiness from my engine, I had pulled off to the side of the freeway, placed my hazard lights on and turned off the engine. The game-plan was to wait a moment and turn the engine back on. The game-plan did not include the part where the big work truck decided to shave off the outside of the driver’s side of my car…. with me in it.
I felt a friendly bump as my car shifted a good 10 feet to the right. Somewhere in all of this my windows had decided that not enough confetti had been thrown during the New Year festivities and did their best imitation of rain storm all over me…. and some in my mouth.
It may be safety glass, but it’s still safety glass IN MY MOUTH.
After figuring out that I was fine, the other drivers involved were fine, and I had no left-outside of my car, the police showed up.
It was at this moment that I realized that directly next to my recently smushified car was a sign that said, “Crash Scene Investigation Site Next Exit.”
