I'm mostly convinced that the network guys have figured out (oh, like they'd care) where I'm hanging out online. One of my coworkers (who I knew before taking the gig) knows "a Buffy board." (In the who's geekier war I point out that all of my action figures are unboxed and played with, but she thinks that "a Buffy board" trumps her closetful of mint figures--I don't think she knows about the coding thing, and I'm not going to tell her)

I'm not going to pimp the book here anyway. I will pimp it a krav and beat up anyone that looks at me funny.

Right now all my co-workers know is that I read a lot of blogs. Any information I get here comes from "a friend of mine who emailed it to me."

Yeah, exactly.

Totally!

"Well, that's it, then. It finally happened. Oprah Winfrey finally lost her mind and went to clown college, and now she's homeless."

If I squint I can make it look like Lauren, but DAMN. I had no idea she did such a great Oprah impersonation.

In the who's geekier war I point out that all of my action figures are unboxed and played with

My Scratchy bobble-head is unboxed and being played with right now, AIFG!

Porno Pizza in Winnipeg delivers pornographic DVDs and pizza. Paul says: "What I love about this is that if you order from them, all your neighbours will know, as they have illuminated car top boxes."

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Prime dick-in-a-box opportunity.

Would you like some sausage with that, ma'am?

bomp-chicka-wah-wah

I don't understand what you actually get with that pizza. Just a picture in the bottom of the box?

Just a picture in the bottom of the box?

Looks that way.

I guess it's for people that don't have Internet access.