Offices filled with industrious people who come in seven days a week, rain or shine, in sickness and in health, aren’t just a glowing example of a desperate job economy and job-loss fear. Offices filled with industrious people who come in seven days a week, rain or shine, in sickness

Do your genitals explode? Do you have a penis growing on your head?  Does your copulation last 10 weeks? Are you 200,000 times smaller than your mate? Are your sex toys made of leaves and twigs?  Do you drug your lover with a no-cheating potion?  Knowing this audience, I suspect