Seriously.  I go to work and regress to being somewhere in the neighborhood of 7 years old. 

Tomorrow morning, literally thousands of people will wake up and read this lovely little gem that I came up with today:

“We are waiting for the gas to pass.” — New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg at a news conference yesterday morning, commenting on the strong gaseous odor that enveloped large portions of New York City.
“Whoever smelt it, dealt it.” — New Jersey

I’ve been giggling like a small child all freakin’ day because of that.  And then I came home and found this bulletin a friend posted on MySpace:

Subject: HELP ME.....I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO.
Body: I HAVE A FUCKING SQUIRREL STUCK IN MY BASEMENT...HOW THE FUCK DO I GET IT OUT??
THIS MEANS WAR...HE MIGHT BE DRINKING MY RED BULL.
SERIOUSLY....If anyone can help me or works for a pest control company...hit me up ASAP.

If laughter’s the best medicine, I’m not getting sick for years.