we just got an email from a certain 'beloved' supervisor announcing that an employee's stuffed bunny had been stolen from her work station. the email included a scanned photograph of the missing bunny and a description.
who has the time to do shit like this? and why? what's not to love?

shit. what's not to love? my cat has inflammatory bowel disease. like in humans, this delghtful condition affects the digestive system's ability to absorb nutrients properly and tends to flush any and all 'matter' outwards in a rather perfunctory fashion. what's not to love? this rather abrupt and unceremonious ousting of the netherworld's contents results in a noisesome, unbeleivably voluable evacuation-three times a day. the entire household is temporarily held hostage to a stench of bilblical intensity until the lucky person in charge (read, "me") dons the appropriate protective gear and disposes of the nuclear waste. what's not to love? I repeat. what's not to love?