What's something that's made you smile in the last few days?

Oz pretty consistantly makes me smile. Last night, he was burrowing under the covers to clean our feet, coming out of the covers to clean Max's ears and then going back for more feet. He had a little trouble getting back under them and was standing on my back using his ginormous paws to try to haul the blankets off. Puppies are always good for a smile.

Oz pretty consistantly makes me smile.

I seriously thought at first you meant the tv show. I was like, "mmm... shanking and fucking..."

ION, No, Jude, NOOOO!

OMG! This is a dedicated guy. He stabbed a fellow prisoner in a holding cell at the Utah federal courthouse with a 3-inch shank (I'm so amused with the website's "look, we know the slang!" continual use of shank in the story).

Thompson said Vanderstappen smuggled the shank out of the state prison in Draper and into the federal courthouse inside a body cavity.

You'd think they'd have noticed the very careful posture, but the guy is a white supremicist--being sentenced for stabbing a prisoner a few months earlier, by the way--so he probably always stands very stiffly.

I was like, "mmm... shanking and fucking..."

I should COMM this, but that would be mean.

Note: I don't actually approve of shanking.

There are times I really love my office. A coworker came by to bring me a cupcake and then a group of us ended up talking about cock cozies/cock socks/weiner warmers (whatever you want to call them). I work with a strange bunch of people; no wonder I fit in here.

Note: I don't actually approve of shanking.

Implied approval by omission. Deft.

I left my desk to go lie in my dark car, because pre-migraine and piercing phone conversation from the next cube weren't working well. Of course while I was in the structure I noticed a parking spot much closer to the exit, so I moved the car ... right next to a co-worker's car who was leaving. He's just far away enough from me network wise that explaining to him what I was doing in my car would sound like excuse-making. I hate the frailty of the human body, and my compulsion to make excuses for it.

I confess that I do indeed approve of fucking.

I hate the frailty of the human body, and my compulsion to make excuses for it.

Bah. Maybe you go into space, turn into a superhero?

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MIAMI (Reuters) - Mother Nature tidied up a man-made mess off the coast of the Florida Keys when the force of Hurricane Dennis flipped a sunken U.S. Navy ship into the perfect position to help form an artificial reef.

Maybe you go into space, turn into a superhero?

But I'll make sure to stay inside the ship but not behind the shielding. Because, ewww.