Inexcusable, but someone in this massive institution has got the idea that since they pay me to do things, they should start giving me "things" to "do." It's quite oppressive and not even remotely stimulating in any kind of kinky sub-dom way. I intend to complain to the Pope about these wild-eyed Jesuits and their meddlesome botheration. Just because they pay me doesn't mean they OWN me, man.
God, that was lame. I should just come up with a graphical placeholder that indicates I'm too busy for a proper post, and eliminate this forced comedy (generously speaking). But in the meantime, enjoy (via Pornolizer) a beautified version of TMFTML's finale. Or give a similar sheen of brilliance to my own post about the drinkable donuts. Or must anything really ... that kind of sophisticated humor just never gets old. Odd how (absent the obvs and tees) these things always end up sounding like the Peabs.
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