Reason #27,344 that I will not reproduce
I'm taking a class today at work. Because of my firm's partnership with a certain New York City public school that shall remain numberless, there are several teachers and school administrators enrolled in the class along with us corporate loser-drone types.
A few minutes ago I had the pleasure of observing as one of the teachers, a cute gay guy seated directly across the conference table from me, stuck his right index finger into his right ear canal, dug around intensely for a few seconds, and then casually scraped the goo-covered finger along his bottom teeth.
I am very tempted to ask Mr. Waxmouth if he attended New York City public schools as a child, however my deeply ingrained sense of business etiquette prevents me from doing so. (Not that it really matters.) Instead, I think I'm going to buy him a thank you card on behalf of my vagina during our lunch break, since he's helped so much to ensure that it'll never go through the ungodly trauma of having a baby shoved through it.
A few minutes ago I had the pleasure of observing as one of the teachers, a cute gay guy seated directly across the conference table from me, stuck his right index finger into his right ear canal, dug around intensely for a few seconds, and then casually scraped the goo-covered finger along his bottom teeth.
I am very tempted to ask Mr. Waxmouth if he attended New York City public schools as a child, however my deeply ingrained sense of business etiquette prevents me from doing so. (Not that it really matters.) Instead, I think I'm going to buy him a thank you card on behalf of my vagina during our lunch break, since he's helped so much to ensure that it'll never go through the ungodly trauma of having a baby shoved through it.
posted by Helen the Felon at 12:51 PM
7 Comments:
The words -- the WORDS -- I don't have the words to express my dismay. No wonder kids aren't learning anything in school. They are too distracted by their teachers' lack of social etiquette.
Grody.
Another reason I wash my hands obsessive compulsively.
Say what you will, but in heaven, there are plans drawn up for a lovely child with big beautiful eyes full of wonder and wisdom and wilding who must pass through your vagina or none at all.
GayProf: My thoughts exactly. And you should have seen how cute and gay this guy was! It was so awful.
Big Daddy: You would be proud of how often I wash my hands now. And how infrequently I get sick, as a result. This incident made me want to shower with Borax.
Farmboy T: Okay, fine...but I'll only do it if I can use a Farmboyz semen cocktail in my turkey baster.
I think I'm going to vomit.
C'mon, people - don't you know earwax is the new Tina?
OMG, that's hilarious. Love you, love your blog.
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