In other news, have you ever heard local radio stations claim they are the station "that helps you through your work day"? Does that make anyone else want to puke on themselves? If I ever need a easy listening station to "help me through" my shitty work day, I'm going to pull a Thoreau and find sanction amongst the trees.
I had CPR training this week and realized I needed sex more than I thought, when I found myself sizing up the mannequin. I was like 'damn, what a sexy chest, too bad I have to slam my fists down on it.' You've all heard of real doll's, no? It was like finding that attractive, minus about one-hundred-forty-two million. Ah, what a sad case.