The 20 Worst Video Games are cracking me up. It's clear on pretty much all of them, the badness didn't just creep in, but was welcomed with open arms all the way at the beginning conceptualization stage.
a guy outside my cubicle advised someone to "run! run like a deer!"
Was he hoping to pull a Cheney on the person?
And now some guy a few cubicles over is talking about how his wife had to go get a checkup for "a woman thing."
Any moment now, your coworkers are going to just start walking around saying only "Guns! Cars! Football! Penis!"
I'm all for talking about guns and classic cars and beer and hockey and Batman and venison jerky, but if your office conversation sounds like it belongs in a bad 50s sitcom, it may be time to update the repertoire.
It's fun telling clueless, young, unmarried, male supervisors who want to know exactly why you're leaving early: "It's cramps." "What kind of cramps?" " Menstrual cramps." Watch the young men flee in terror from the woman old enough to be their mother.
Either something is burning, or this migraine just took an interesting new turn.
Does it smell like toast?
It's fun telling clueless, young, unmarried, male supervisors who want to know exactly why you're leaving early: "It's cramps." "What kind of cramps?" " Menstrual cramps." Watch the young men flee in terror from the woman old enough to be their mother.
There's a great bit in
No Touch Monkey! and Other Travel Lessons Learned Too Late:
...and is forced to explain tampons, which she admits, "might have looked like white cotton bullets lined up in their box," to soldiers in Kashmir — "They're for ladies. Bleeding ladies."
Does it smell like toast?
It, uh... smells like salty coffee?
Someone left an empty coffee pot on the burner?
It, uh... smells like salty coffee?
Hmm... Probably a massive tumor, then.
