Don't Call it a Comeback

Because we were never really popular, nor were we really ever gone.

LiveBlogging the Workspace

Secretary: "What do you think of this shirt? I think it's a little too shear."

Co-worker: "Yeah, I can see your bra. I have a medium-toned one on today."

S: "Oh yeah? Do you mind changing with me?"

C: "Absolutely not. What size are you?"

S: Incoherent mumbling because she realized I started paying attention

C: "Cool, let's go switch."

Me: I wonder if my boss wants to switch boxer-briefs with me? Mine are a little moist at the moment and my undercarriage is a bit raw after those wings last night. I better not ask . . .

Phoenix Doherty's Retort

boys just want to have fun. with french girls.

Upping the Ante - Winner is: "NEVER GIVE UP!"

Now that this blog is in the public spotlight, the stakes have been raised. The heat is on. The gloves are coming off. Things are getting serious. The Rubicon has been crossed. Our authors are now stressing to meet deadlines. Tempers have been flaring all weekend (you can draw the simile yourself), and the jenkem is really starting to hit the fan. As a warmup, we thought we could give our fan(s) a taste of what is to come: mediocre caption contests, occaisional jokes about feces, and of course, Luigi's political stance. I don't have any jokes or political platform, but here is a caption contest: