Tuesday, August 24, 2010

If I Have to Be Thinking About It, You Have To Be Thinking About It

I could have happily lived out my day in bliss without anyone saying, "I don't trust anything that bleeds for 7 days and doesn't die." I really, really wish I HAD gone all day without hearing it.

My respect for one of my co-workers just hit rock bottom and started digging for China.

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In other things I wish I could un-know, someone (you know who you are...I'll be kind and not name names this time...KELLY) passed on a tidbit of information that makes self-immolation seem like a reasonable way to pass the time.

Did you know there is a Twilight themed vibrator? That you are supposed to put in the freezer? So the experience is very much like actually doing a dead guy?

On the one hand, I really want to know WHO and WHY. On the other hand, please let me never have to know who OR why.

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Someone out there has the job of determining how much your body parts are worth. They determine how much money you get if you lose a finger (depends on how much of the finger you lose), a hand, an arm, a leg, or any combination thereof.

10 comments:

  1. Ugh. You must have a headache by now.

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  2. Dude. It's like The Ring. I had to show/tell it to someone else for my own self-preservation.

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  3. I really, really want to go search through Cleo's archives and send you a link (just to... you know... make it worse) but I don't remember if she tweeted or blogged and that is NOT the sort of thing I want living in my broswer/search history.

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  4. http://cleolinda.livejournal.com/801231.html

    SFW, unless you click the link she has, which I have not done, because it's TERRIFYING TO EVEN TRY TO COMPREHEND.

    *creepy whisper* Seven days, Megs. Seven days.

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  5. Great. Now I have a visual aid AND I'm thinking about The Ring.

    You're really kind of evil aren't you?

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  6. Wow. Rough stuff.

    I'm hoping that co-worker got himself a Manolo Blahnik to the family jewels. That'll teach him who to trust.

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  7. Twilight vibrator = barf. I'm debating whether or not to tell my mother about it. On the one hand, she's a big Twilight fan. On the other, I'd be talking about vibrators with my mother.

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  8. I clicked the link, so now I have to tell you, it's not a vibrator. It's a dildo. A sparkly vampire dildo. (I'm at work, too. I like to live dangerously!)

    That's the best thing I've heard all day.

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  9. That makes way more sense, actually. If it plugged in, you could get electrocuted when it started to melt.

    Twilight is safety conscious!

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  10. The Twilight vibrator bit has traumatized me for life. It has reinforced my love of your blog, but at what cost, Megs... WHAT COST?:)

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