Crotch Rot
My ass itches. I’m still at work (9:45 p.m. EST) and I got rid of the pantyhose several hours ago. Big mistake to lose the hose — my predecessor must’ve had a scorching case of crotch rot, because I am ready to floss with a burlap rope or a USB connector. Argh. Maybe I can find an ice cube to send up there. My work isn’t done but I’m beginning to not CARE because when the ass ain’t happy, Dawn ain’t happy!!! Did Jennifer embed 10 pounds of yeast into this seat? My god, I’m going to go straddle a telephone pole. …