If everyone took care to perform their job — garbage collector, parent, grocery store patron (return your damned cart!), efficiency consultant — to the best of their abilities, the world would be an infinitely better place.

If your job is to blog, I think you can take two fucking seconds to spellcheck your posts. One pro-blogger in particular seems to have a handful of egregious grammatical errors in every post. Cut it out. If I could find the Unsubscribe button in my German Firefox build, I’d click it!

Apparently it is illegal to own a dildo in the state of Texas unless it is for “a bona fide medical, psychiatric, judicial, legislative, or law enforcement purpose.”

Below is an episode of “Dildo Diaries” chronicling this legislative embarrassment. (This is not safe for work. Duh.)

This whole mind-boggling issue aside, I am most struck by the truly enviable level of professionalism displayed by the store clerk at the sex store. Wow. I would trust her with top-level government security work any day. Not just anyone can stand behind a glass case of dildos and tell you, completely seriously and with a completely straight face, that they do not sell dildos there.

Source: http://pandagon.blogsome.com/2008/03/05/its-about-life-babies-life-babies/