Gigglesnort of the week

I totally have dain bramage, but it's not from playing foot-bawl without my hehmet and my showdah-mah-pads.

Thanks Tanya for this blast from the past.

Gigglesnort of the week - 10/5/2009

I follow Jenny The Bloggess. She is butter. Butter I tell you. She is death by butter. Before the chorus of The Hell? hits the comments, let me explain. Chefs always say cooking with butter is awesome. So by calling The Bloggess butter, I'm professing her total AWESOMENESS! I shit you not.

I also follow another blog that Jenny's involved with, Good Mom/Bad Mom. This one has some funny shit too, even if the Houston Chronicle tries to contain her awesomeness. You CANNOT contain The Bloggess! Anyway, while reading a recent post, a commenter (TC) provided this week's gigglesnort:

What I wanna know is, why the fuck didn't Santa leave THAT doll under my Christmas Tree? I was screwed.

Rock on Bloggess and all your awesome followers!

Gigglesnort of the week

Mondays are rapidly becoming work avoidance days, so I'm getting caught up on my to do list from yesterday.

Many of you are asking, "WTF is a gigglesnort? A lot of my friends can tell you just exactly what it is. A gigglesnort is something that is so amazingly funny, so outrageously funny, so laugh-out-loud funny that it causes me to snort. And it's no itty bitty snort that leaves you wondering whether or not you really heard it. It's loud. There's no mistaking EXACTLY what is and EXACTLY where it's coming from (i.e. me). And I want to share the things that make me gigglesnort (or come really close to it). Cuz I don't wanna be alone. I KNOW there is someone else out there that will react just as I do. You know who you are.

So to start it all off an email I received this past week from a friend:

A professor at the University of North Carolina was giving a lecture on 'Involuntary Muscular Contractions' to his first year medical students. Realizing this was not the most riveting subject, the professor decided to lighten the mood slightly. He pointed to a young woman in the front row and asked, "Do you know what your asshole is doing while you're having an orgasm?" She replied, "Probably deer hunting with his buddies."

It took 45 minutes to restore order in the classroom.

Disclaimer: I did some research so that I could properly credit the source, but did not find it at the time this was posted. If anyone comes across it, let me know and I will update this post. Thank you!

Work is gonna ban me from the internet.

Yesterday, I was reading one of the blogs I follow and now I'll be lucky if they don't take away my internet access at work. (be warned that it's potentially NSFW, which is why they're going to ban me from the internet as work).

The post started out fairly tame. But then I read where it said that Target sells cock rings and I'm all, "The HELL???" So I read it again and I'm all, "WTF???" The author had to be making this up. HAD to be. So I clicked on the link.....and that was all it took. I immediately transformed into a teenage boy, doing my best imitation of Butthead:

Huh huh...huh...uhhhhh...huh huh...you said...huh huh...c-c-c-c-cock...huh huh...huh huh!

But in a much more dignified, womanly manner. Which means that I was drooling on my desk laughing so hard and trying desperately NOT to snort. Oh. My. Gawd. How a few simple words can reduce me to this.

The rest of the post was a blur, since my mind was totally focused on the fact that TARGET SELLS COCK RINGS. Nothing can worm it's way into my one-track mind at that point. So don't even try. After my teenage hormones had *somewhat* settled, I HAD to tell people, "Did you know that Target sells cock rings?" Which, of course, pretty much started the giggles all over again.

I don't know if I will ever truly be able to express my gratitude to her for helping to perpetuate my status of the troublemaker at work. Huh huh...huh huh.