Many of the tidbits forwarded to my in-box land in the delete pile: I'm not really into astounding information that has the potential to rock someone's world -- but not mine. Same with cute: that's a subjective decision and I'm an objective kind of person.But, once in a while, along comes the one email that makes the endless stream of FWD MSGs worthwhile:
A worker calls the boss one morning and tells him, "I'm staying home because I'm not feeling well."
"What's the matter?" asks the concerned boss
"I have a case of anal glaucoma," comes the reply, delivered in a convincingly weak voice.
"What the hell is anal glaucoma ?" demands the boss, worried that this may be a new disease requiring yet another visit to his proctologist.
"I can't see my ass coming into work today! "
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