I have a horrible, horrible sense of humo[u]r
Actual subject line for an actual email to the local FreeCycle group:
"OFFER: 30 jars baby meat in Hamilton Square"
*falls down laughing*
The text of the message does not improve things by clarifying that they mean (presumably) baby food of the jarred meat variety, oh no:
"30 jars of baby meat."
That? Is a lot of dead babies. Then again, those jars are pretty small... and I should really stop now before I start speculating how many jars of baby meat you could get per baby.
In other "nicole is disturbing" news, I have decided to adopt a pet Sharktopus and name him Stanley.
When you're in trouble, you can call DW.
"OFFER: 30 jars baby meat in Hamilton Square"
*falls down laughing*
The text of the message does not improve things by clarifying that they mean (presumably) baby food of the jarred meat variety, oh no:
"30 jars of baby meat."
That? Is a lot of dead babies. Then again, those jars are pretty small... and I should really stop now before I start speculating how many jars of baby meat you could get per baby.
In other "nicole is disturbing" news, I have decided to adopt a pet Sharktopus and name him Stanley.
When you're in trouble, you can call DW.