First...
Three things that do not go together: 1.) three-day weekend, 2.) letting the janitorial staff take the weekend off, and 3.) selecting that weekend to make repairs to the building’s heating and cooling system.
The one stimulus that the 720 California men’s restroom bio-chemical experiment did NOT need? Heat.
Those of us who have the pleasure of working here at the office over the holiday weekend are enjoying the tart and tangy aroma of...re-heated liquefied corpse? (My nose and brain are currently working overtime to try and make sense of it.)
Imagine a hobo at a bus stop on a warm summer day. He relieves himself in the middle of the bus stop. Then he plugs in his portable microwave and begins to cook a raccoon.
It’s a little like that.
Second...
A warm welcome to our new readers.
Thanks to some unexpected press last week, it seems that readership blossomed from five guys in the building to...a few more.
All are welcome, but in light of some of the new comments and emails, some clarifying comments seem in order.
This blog is not about poop. It’s about man’s inhumanity to man. It’s about trying to make life a little better for the poor schmos who must conduct their business in this building.
We don’t do in-the-bowl photography. We don’t name names. This ain’t toilet porn, friends. It’s a community of freedom fighters.
And so, while you have every reason to be extremely proud of that 19-incher you dropped in Denmark, I don’t need to see the photo. Seriously.
With that said, welcome to the party.
For you newbies who would like a sampler plate of some favorite posts, may I suggest the following:
This is Not a Library
My E-Level Vietnam
Coincidence?
Soundtrack Etiquette
Black (and Brown) Tuesday
Perhaps the best review of this blog during its 15 minutes of fame: it's called "the nadir of blogging" by a conservative think tank in Ohio. http://nlt.ashbrook.org/2009/09/the-nadir-of-blogging.php
ReplyDeleteI have to second the endorsement of Black (and Brown) Tuesday. I haven't laughed until I cried in many years, but that post made me bawl like a baby -- while I simultaneously tried to keep my bladder from bursting, and I'm not kidding. Whenever I need a cheering up, I now just picture a dog barfing into a jar of rotten eggs -- preceded and followed by all the other elements of what went into the smell described in that post.
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