Friday Slack Attack
It's almost 4 p.m., and I can't for the life of me find the ambition to perform work-related tasks. Somehow, sifting through press releases for the product news section of our magazine and writing an article on the role of instant messaging software in the workplace just don't strike me as entertaining in the face of a waning Friday afternoon that actually allowed the sun to shine for a change. Instead, I want to do pointless, non-productive things, like write dirty limericks.
There once lived a hot looking mama,
Who's fellatio could put men through trauma.
She'd nibble and bite,
And wrap her lips tight.
Who knew head could entail so much drama?
An old man had a very large nut sac,
So he had surgery to have it cut back.
As for the extra skin,
The Doc kept it for him.
And it makes just an excellent backpack.
Okay, I'm sufficiently disturbed by my disgusting poetry. Back to work.
Posted by Ryan at November 1, 2002 04:00 PM
Stumble It!
