Things are only funny because they are true. Stolen from Uncle Jay.
Upon seeing or experiencing some inanity or stupidity, the thought of "I cannot believe the AssHattery I am seeing here."
"This shit is so FUBAR I must blog about it! To the Keyboard!"
After several hundred keystrokes, a handful of Google searches, a
wiki-wander or three, missing out on going to lunch with the new
receptionist, and a deadline looming for getting that new contract done
and submitted- you make promises:
"Just 2 more paragraphs. And a link to that picture on fark.com...
Then I'll get back to that proposal."
On first proofread:
"What the f... Did a third grader write this?
Nope- A third grader would have done a batter job.
Why do I even try? No one reads this shit anyway. Tam probably wrote
about this weeks ago and probably did the job 10 times better."
Fuck it. (presses send)
Like I said- no one reads my shit anyway.
Who gives a shit. At least it's free ice cream.