Tuercas del eje
I hesitate to write about work. Not that I fear retribution or anything. I just feel funny about it. But I have to share:
My translation duties often find me sorting through pages of monotonous material. But on Wednesday, I was stopped dead when a gem of a word sparkled on the page. I giggled like a little girl. For the rest of the day. I'm not kidding.
Am I childish? Absolutely.
What was the word? Shaftnuts.
My translation duties often find me sorting through pages of monotonous material. But on Wednesday, I was stopped dead when a gem of a word sparkled on the page. I giggled like a little girl. For the rest of the day. I'm not kidding.
Am I childish? Absolutely.
What was the word? Shaftnuts.
posted by Stanley at 14:22
2 Comments:
okay. WHAT is up with that link??
wtf!
Sheesh, nia, we're assuming a base level of blog knowledge here.
Oh, wait. You don't sit at work all day reading blogs. Consider yourself pardoned for the offense {wink!}.
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