Thursday, June 28, 2007
There is a bathroom stall. It is located second from the left in the communal bathroom at my office. And every day someone takes a huge crap in it and just leaves it there to assault the retinas/appetites of anyone who walks in.
Who is this errant pooer? A feces exhibitionist, perhaps? A disgruntled assistant? I’ll probably (hopefully?) never know.
Anyway, someone alighted to Microsoft Word and decided to take action in the form of a note taped inside the door. Awesomeness ensued.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
This means you, Mom and Dad. Turn around, walk the other way.
(My father took this picture on the front steps of our house on Thanksgiving. The reason I'm holding my knees together like that is because they were covered in bruises from doing a keg stand at the Harvard/Yale game several days earlier. Good times.)