Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Censorship And My Package

For some unknown reason, the Powers That Be have removed all the administrative blocks from all the websites that have always been banned. Twitter, Hotmail, Yahoo mail, Gmail, even Facebook. Hoo hoo! It's like somebody upgraded something and forgot to block it all again or they just don't care about my department anymore since we've been cast off like a dirty bandaid. Or, they're hoping to catch us looking at something we're not supposed to so they can fire us and screw us out of our severance package. Hee hee. Any time I hear somebody talking about their 'package' it makes me giggle.

Because I'm a man and we never grow past that 16 year old asking you to pull our finger, we're just fatter with less hair.

**Oh, and there has been some mention about the amount I post daily, but I'll refer you to the previous post, if I don’t get this stuff down when I think about it, it's gone. My mind is a sieve. If wifey were standing behind me she'd be rolling her eyes right about now. Scratch that, she'd be cuffing me upside the head.


  1. I'd follow it up with a kiss.

  2. I'm a 31 year old female w/the mind of a 12 year old boy. I, too, laugh at the word package and fart and booger and penile dysfunction and tampon commercials and...and...and...

    I still can't hear the word period w/out thinking of maxi pads and Midol.

  3. Bet you wish I hadn't mentioned that last sentence in your comments, don't you.

  4. Mama Dawg, I'm the only male in my office, there are so many many things I wish I'd never heard. I think that actually deserves a blog.

    For the longest time I was looking for an empty Midol bottle that I could fill with rocks and keep in my desk so I could take it out and shake it occassionally. Granted it would have resulted in a sudden and painful death, but it would be sooo worth it. Just once.


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