A customer of mine has a sign on the lunchroom door saying that Shop Coats are not to be taken into the caferteria. Some wit with the stroke of a pen turned the C to a G.
Well, of course - goats should remain in the Initiation Center!
I feel so much better about myself & my puerile ways, BTW. 
There was some real tech document about computer mouse maintenance that was circulated on the net some years back. The document talked about mouse balls: how to change them, how to clean them, etc. The highlight was something like “You can distinguish foreign mouse balls from domestic ones by feeling them. Foreign mouse balls are softer and heavier than domestic mouse balls.”
If penis ensued upon reading this, you should seek help.
Now I don’t feel so bad about laughing (and snorting) every time I hear the name of our local Air Force base on the news:
Seymour Johnson.
I would have been a damn shame for it to have been on the closing list, just for the loss of the name alone.
well, yes…but that’s not why that line, coming from Brini, would be funny.
you see… well, ahhhh… hm…
how to put this gently.
Brini has an “apple”. And when one finds an “apple” on a woman, one can usually find a “banana” too.
I was thinking the exact same thing! It’s always good for a giggle when Seymour Johnson is in the news. I’m sad that Molly Broad is leaving–no more Broad headlines. It was even better when Hooker was chancellor, and we had Broad and Hooker headlines. Pure comedy gold!
Hee! We actually had the mouse balls stolen at one of my old offices - the indignant “give our mouse balls back!” emails from ouur oh-so-uptight VP that went around - I laughed myself silly every day for about a month.
A former co-worker told me this story, from when she was a newly-minted journalism grad: She was sent to do a profile of a local high school football player who was in much demand by several colleges, because he played both offense and defence positions very well (I know squat about football, so I have no idea what said positions were). She wrote her article, and proudly showed the office her bright idea for a headline the next day: “(Joe Football) Goes Both Ways!”
She said it made her feel better to know that they probably would have had to explain to me, too, why the whole office lost their collective composure.