It’s Sunday, which means it’s time for my weekly wrap-up of all the stuff I wrote on the internet when I wasn’t here. Plus, I also drove 20 hours with a 5 year old and I may have inadvertently started a cult. Also, something happened with Jesus.
This week on my sex column (which is satirical and relatively safe for work if your boss isn’t a total douche canoe):
This week on the internets:
- According to Marie Claire Magazine, I might be the leader of a cult. And if you’re reading this you are a cult-member. And instead of Kool-Aid we will have wine slushies. Unless you are an alcoholic. Then you can have Hawaiian Fruit Punch and cocaine. No poisoning allowed. Also, someone else needs to be the real cult leader because I can’t even manage to keep a hamster alive, much less an entire cult. I nominate Sarah Silverman, who is probably going to be my best friend in 2010 if Nicole the Intern doesn’t fuck it up.
- Nicole the Intern was promoted for forward momentum in Operation: Breaking Into Sarah Silverman’s Apartment, then was very nearly fired for not realizing that vegetarian Alyssa Milano can’t be bribed with brisket. We can’t afford these kinds of mistakes, Nicole.