Best work email exchange ever:
First, Allen wrote:
[…] If, by chance, you.re bored over the weekend and are in need of a fresh cut Christmas tree give me a call and come to Auburn, MA. (508-826-2928) I give discounts. We have donkeys!
To which I replied:
How many donkeys?
And his final reply:
Two. Mini donkeys. Cute little buggers.
A coworker found a mention of RIT in today’s Doonesbury strip.
Thanks to increasingly accurate measurements and algorithms, science has now determined that, in fact, knowing is closer to 48.5% of the battle.
Who needs Xenu, Tom? I’ve got Beelz!
(Found here)
Update: Yes, I know that “the goat” requires the thumb to be touching the middle and ring fingers… Yes, I know full well that she is actually (inadvertently) saying “i love you” in ASL (I went to RIT, for christ’s sake)… It’s called a joke, and it doesn’t necessarily need to be externally or internally consistent.
Went over to hang out with
On the way over to their place I saw this bumper sticker that I read as “ashington D.C. 2004″… I didn’t see the “W”, so I got up real close to the car to see if it was faded or whatever… I knew some shenanigans were afoot, and after I thought about it for a minute or two I realized the joke: No “W” in Washington… Hehehe… A bit too cerebral for a bumper sticker, but funny nonetheless.
Can anyone recommend some kind of gizmo to keep under my desk here at work that I can roll my feet on as a kind of massage? My feet are still kind of pussied out after barely being used for 2-3 months, and have been getting regularly sore after a normal amount of walking…
Remember this article in The Onion?
Would someone tell me how this happened? We were the fucking vanguard of shaving in this country. The Gillette Mach3 was the razor to own. Then the other guy came out with a three-blade razor. Were we scared? Hell, no. Because we hit back with a little thing called the Mach3Turbo. That’s three blades and an aloe strip. For moisture. But you know what happened next? Shut up, I’m telling you what happened—the bastards went to four blades. Now we’re standing around with our cocks in our hands, selling three blades and a strip. Moisture or no, suddenly we’re the chumps. Well, fuck it. We’re going to five blades.
Well, in disturbing fantasy becomes reality news:
NEW YORK (CNN/Money) – Gillette has escalated the razor wars yet again, unveiling a new line of razors on Wednesday with five blades and a lubricating strip on both the front and back.
It’s even Gillette, for noodle’s sake!
Was nosing around Myspace.com and noticed that Stephen Lynch is returning to Our Fair City. Check his Tour Dates for a show near you. If you are local and want to try and get a seat near the cool kids, the four of us (
Brian, my boss here at Goodrich, sent me this (he is a gamer):
Penn Jillette and Paul Provenza have made a documentary on one of the classic filthy jokes, “The Aristocrats”. It’s 100 comedians telling variations of the joke, and discussing why comedians for years have found it funny, yet haven’t performed it in front of an audience. I am totally seeing this film.
For a modern take on the joke, here is cartman performing his version of it, uncensored.
For quite some time I have been telling people the story of the “Dodge Ram”, but I have been unable to get pictures of it until yesterday. For the uninitiated, for a year or so now I have seen this Dodge Ram van parked on Western Ave. in Brighton. While seemingly an ordinary van in all other respects, this one has one unusual feature: The words “DODGE RAM” spelled out in block mailbox letter stickers on the back door of the van, where the factory plastic lettering would have been. I’m not certain why this individual felt the need to replace the (assumedly missing) Dodge lettering with the stickers, but it has cracked me up every single time I’ve seen it.
