Temptation

Look, I know about the dangers of being dooced. I love dooce. I'm working my way through her archives right now, still in pre-dooced dooceland. Savoring.

Nevertheless.

The temptation to write about the shocking shit that comes from the rednecky mouth attached to the wide-blue-eyed woman in my office is nearly overwhelming me. Almost as overwhelming as the urge to masturbate in public. Not quite, but almost.

I'm on the verge of starting an anonymous spot. I have the name picked out, but if I post it here, I just might be blowing the anonymity.

But I will say this:

If that bitch says one more time, "No offense!" after making an ugly homo-hating comment, my head just might explode and splatter queer brains and blood all over her crunchy-with-hair-product head.

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