Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Dirty Mind

I am in finalizing a long, long, long, complicated document for work. The index alone is going to probably kill me.

[Let me preface this little tidbit by saying that I inherited this project from the previous "designer," or, rather, the secretary that thought she could design a cookbook. Please don't get me started.]

So. There is this picture on the intro page that all of my coworkers adore. ADORE. Positively gush.

I, on the other hand, have taken issue with it.

Does anyone else see an engorged, erect penis sticking out of that grocery bag?


  1. Heh. I wouldn't have thought that, but I am bothered by how much BAG is showing. It feels like miles of paper bag.

    You said ENGORGED.

    I love you.

  2. Yes. And to the right are two round objects. I can say no more.

  3. So, I did my weekly check of your blog then read the grocery post.

    I will never be able to chop or peel a cucumber again (tears still coming out from the burst of laughter).

    My dear, your man needs to come home!

  4. TOTALLY. I was thinking, "Does she mean that there is SO MUCH EXPANSE OF BAG, or does she mean that highly suggestive baguette?"

  5. What the hell is that thing? Ok, I know what it looks like - and it ain't vegetable or mineral. Cucumbers do NOT have popping veins in their skin. Neither do squash, zuchini, or even eggplant. And while I wouldn't mind bringing home a man from the grocery store, I'd prefer that he have the whole *package*


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