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It embarrasses me that it took me this long to realize that GEORGE BUSH anagrams out to HE BUGS GORE. Of course, that leaves out the W, but we can always modify things slightly to make HE BUGGERS (OW!), particularly fun in the wake of the same-sex marriage debacle. Tough to say if that one wins over HE GREW BOGUS, though. Still, I'm not going to promote either of them too heavily, because the opposition will just point out that JOHN KERRY is an anagram of HORNY JERK, and then we're pretty much at an impasse. (Anagram Propaganda is unpredictable like that.)
Mar. 20th, 2004
On behalf of all Verizon Call Completions Operators in the northeast U.S., I hereby request that every prison inmate on Long Island be stricken with chronic laryngitis. Thank you.
The preceding requires more explanation than I have the energy to commit to bandwidth at the moment, since I now ache in places I'd forgotten were there (if anyone out there gives backrubs, please contact me), but I can tell you this: At a certain suburban correctional facility, the inmates used to be able to use prepaid cards to make calls. As of a few weeks ago, in the wake of a long story, prepaid cards are no longer allowed. And, oh frabjous day, those calls to prepaid card access numbers are now rolling over to us, because it is our job to inform the caller that they may not use said card from said prison phone.
At 6 this evening, Darlyn, a coworker, unceremoniously walked out of the office in the middle of her shift, saying that she refused to be called a name involving alleged consumption of certain bodily fluids ever again. The rest of us very nearly followed.
*sigh* This used to be a decent job. What happened?
The preceding requires more explanation than I have the energy to commit to bandwidth at the moment, since I now ache in places I'd forgotten were there (if anyone out there gives backrubs, please contact me), but I can tell you this: At a certain suburban correctional facility, the inmates used to be able to use prepaid cards to make calls. As of a few weeks ago, in the wake of a long story, prepaid cards are no longer allowed. And, oh frabjous day, those calls to prepaid card access numbers are now rolling over to us, because it is our job to inform the caller that they may not use said card from said prison phone.
At 6 this evening, Darlyn, a coworker, unceremoniously walked out of the office in the middle of her shift, saying that she refused to be called a name involving alleged consumption of certain bodily fluids ever again. The rest of us very nearly followed.
*sigh* This used to be a decent job. What happened?
