The last few weeks have been festooned with festivities (including an actual Festivus party), tinsel-tousled shenanigans, laughing at the darkness and dancing ‘til dawn. Here’s hoping your holiday hoo-hah was filled with all things merry and bright. I wore a fez, discussed squirrel wrangling in Argentina and compared Irish hiking trails with an actual Ms. Butterworth. So I was sure you weren’t in any need of any help getting through the abbreviated workweek; the mid-week humps seeming more like a sledding hill that would send you screaming into another long weekend of Irish coffees, quilt-covered cuddles and a big stack of DVDs.
But this being the first full week back in the trenches, cubes and anti-aircraft turrents of Corporachia, I figured we could use a little somethin’ somethin’ to help ease the transition and put a stop to your post-partyin’ depression.
Remember taking magazine photos and making them match up to your face? What? I still find it funny. But these snaps give it a much more musical bent. It’s called ‘sleevefacing’. If it isn’t, it is now.
Think that’s a larf? Then you’re probably a dude. British scientists have found proof that humor (or humour) apparently comes from testosterone. See? Farts are funny.
And speaking of farts. Which we were. Scientists are trying to make cows fart more like kangaroos in an attempt to save Minnesota from becoming oceanfront property. Call it An Inconvenient Toot.
And just because you’ve been so good this year, he’s a bonus Hump Helper. If your parents are having trouble understanding the hip hop, perhaps they just need to see it represented as a PowerPoint presentation. Hmmm, pimpin’ is 8.3% easier this year than in ’07.
Happy New Year all!