Around the office lately, there’s been a lot of talk about “The One.” The One is this mysterious techy superstar who has skillz that like only .0000000000001% of the world’s population can attest to.
And even though I’m no tech superstar, I want you, dear hannihaus readers, to know I’ve got skillz to. I’ve got mad skillz, but somehow I don’t think the ability to sweat on only one half of my body or eat five pounds of pureed turnips in one sitting makes me a highly marketable candidate for… for… well, let’s face it, it doesn’t make me a qualified candidate for anything really.
But I digress.
Okay, to recap, around the office we’re always talking about The One, right? That being said, I didn’t raise an eyebrow when I got an e-mail from a coworker with the subject line “The Real (Big) One”.
Nope, there were no alarms going off in the bat cave, there were no red flags being raised, and no elevation on the that’s-some-crazy-crap-o- meter. Things were, for all intensive purposes, business as usual.
So, included in said Real (Big) e-mail is a hyperlink that I assumed would take me somewhere work related, as I was, indeed, at work. But then, I see it. At the end of the URL are these words:
I clicked through, and this is what I saw: (Click here for the divine dillywacker).
As a result of having seen this glorious, nature-made spectacle, I had no choice but to engage in a game of verbal, penis-centered ping pong. Between doing actual work, the day was fairly peppered with witty commentary that included the likes of “It’s not that big” or “that’s what she said”.
And now I need your help. What say you dear hannihaus readers? Have we a caption for the floating phallice?
PS we are still taking applications for the super fabulous Hännihaus personal assistant. Although the decision rests solely with me, I would like to invite you to chime in. We’ll have a poll posted on Sunday, so apply today!