My brain is like mush after yet another annoying day at work. I can't be held accountable for my actions so if I want to call out to the wrong dad, what the hell.... I'm clearly a glutton for punishment as I've worked there for nearly 3 and a half years, but if I have to put up with much more testosterone and ego, I'm in danger of looking down and discovering that my va-jay-jay (so much better than vagina) has been replaced by two hairy balls and a large penis. I don't think the Penis Fairy would be cruel enough to bestow me with a cocktail sausage...
I have decided that going to work is like going to somewhere between a nusery and The Muppet Show. Today as I was being interrupted, talked over and just annoyed the sh*t out of, I closed my eyes briefly and when I opened them, I half expected the guys to be replaced by bobbing penises talking but with all of the words being replaced with "Bla, bla, bla, bla...."