This week on my sex column (which is satirical and vaguely safe for work if your boss isn’t a total douche canoe):
- The chick I was supposed to interview never showed up so I just made up all her answers. This is exactly what professional journalists do in this situation.
This week on the internets:
- Nothing really.
This week on shit-I-didn’t-write-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome:
- Right about the 40 second mark I start giggling uncontrollably and then feel really, really bad. Then I laugh more.
- Nine words that don’t mean what you think they mean.