Oh, so now you’re making fun of how we screw in lightbulbs? What’s with all the damn slut-shaming?
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Every time I try to screw in a lightbulb I choke. I’m sooo afraid I’m not good enough to screw in a lightbulb, and it’s all those nasty radical feminists’ fault.
Maybe I’ll practice on a flashbulb.
Hah.
There is an argument going on outside my office door as I type. The marketing department is upset; apparently our sluts are not suffficiently slutty. Sluts. They just can’t win.
Sluts. It’s what’s for dinner.
Acourse, when I try to screw in a lightbulb, I find I just don’t fit, never mind getting a partner in there.
Cut the extrasexual normativity, willya?
Don’t hate me because I’m extra sexual. Hate that guy Norm instead.