Today I cannot continue spilling my blueprints for future tycoonery, since I have been stricken by what can only be described as "Sexual Innuendo Overload" (Sidebar: In your endo). The source of which is an online conversation with a friend of mine that occurred last night between the hours of 1am and 2am Auckland time. The subject of said discourse is Ben's recent problem with his "ethernet cord," but we all know what that euphemism is. BF: Well, earlier in the semester I was watching something in bed MD: Cinemax? BF: And I tried to pull the ethernet cord closer to me BF: And I pulled the laptop and the ethernet cord came out MD: No way! BF: and it went all over the place BF: And so now the little springy things that are supposed to hold them in came out BF: And so it doesn’t stay in that well Normally, I'm able to say "That's what she said" and move on with my erudite pursuits. But for the past 23 and a half hours, I can't stop gigglin...
Over-caffeinated and underpaid. Go America. Go Dodgers.