Baboon Pirates

Scribbles and Scrawls from an unrepentant swashbuckling primate.

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Friday, September 07, 2007

OK, Not Done With 'Crass' Just Yet.

Still Dipping From The Septic Tank...

Bloody hell, it's hot outside. Just came back from a training session at one of The Man's facilities, a building approximately the size of the QE2. It's amazing how much you can sweat just walking from your car to the parking garage elevator, much less the distance to the entrance. I swear, long term employees at The Zeppelin Hangar must get the 1000 Yard Stare.

Just a hint... If you're conducting a Preventing Sexual Harassment class, no matter how much fun you're having with a lively bunch of The Man's minions, the phrase "hot monkey love" is best left unsaid. I'm just sayin', is all.

Also, if you have a booger-rich sneeze, it's possible that when you wad up a length of The Man's buttwipe paper into a nostril-shaped cone in order to auger out any Klingons, be advised that the shoddy construction of the paper will instead result in a single ply of bogwipe being plastered to the inside of your nostril.

We will now return to our regularly-scheduled civility. My stats have been in free-fall for a month, now. Might as well chase off the remaining weak-stomached and humorless readers...