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I hearby swear never to pass on any jokes I receive by email ever, to anyone. Should I ever do so, my punishment will be lifelong feelings of inadequacy. The punishment shall be twofold should the humor fall under the category of "office humor." Little do they know that their computer-crashing, self-effacing jokes make me want to thrust myself back into the womb and hum disturbing tunes from childhood to myself until I forget that such phenomenon exist in the world. Unfortunately, my mother sent it to me in the first place, and the wave of guilt she made me feel for tying her into her lame, life-sucking office job has never reached a more fearsome crest. Thanks, witnesses.