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NSFW. But oh so funny. Oh god. Thanks, Sarah and Marc. I am going to be singing this all freaking day.

On the lighter side, it IS a little funny to think that even my BABY is genderqueer.

The sender of one of the spam messages I received this morning was "DooDooCaca."

I just keep saying it and laughing, saying it and laughing.

Isn't this the funniest freaking zoo sign you've ever seen? It cracked us up all day long.

RAWR!

However, the funniest thing happened today when Coworker Funk and I went to help another coworker with an assessment. When we were leaving the house, Funk asked me if she had anything on her pants because she thought she might have sat in gum during the assessment. She turned around, and holy crap, she didn't just have a little bit of gum... she had an entire piece of chewed-up flourescent green gum stretched all up and down her buttcrack on her pants. How the heck do you answer that? All I could do was crack up and say, "Oh my god, yes, you have a huge green turd on your butt." (Thank god it wasn't me!)

When I got to the office this afternoon, a coworker had put a GI Joe-looking doll on my desk. (Full Ken-doll size.) He was standing upright with his arms raised a la Lloyd Dobler in Say Anything.... He was holding a card in his hands that read, "I love you, Jude. Marry me!"

I'm so glad I got the proposal doll instead of the gum turd. SO GLAD.

Let me just tell you, if you guys aren't social workers in an inner-city setting, you really don't know what you're missing. Seriously. Because I bet you don't do majorly wacky crap at work like I do. This is even wackier than Dildo Dolly, really, because it involved a client instead of just my crazy coworkers.

Today, during a regular old home visit with a family I've worked with for about a year now and with whom I have a good relationship, I was writing my progress note (which I do at the end of my visit, leaving a copy for the family to keep in a binder) and mindlessly chatting with the mom and the maternal grandmother while the baby was on the floor. So I'm writing, and chatting, and whatever, when the mom asks with a perfectly straight face:

Do you pee out of your clitoris? Where do you pee out of?

To be honest, I was only half listening to the conversation so I don't even know what brought on that little goodie, but I was certainly awake afterwards. I mean, really, it's not every day that you get to explain the anatomy of a woman, tossing out random chat about vaginas and urethras and buttholes and whatever else. So when I finish this, she asks, "So you have four holes?" And I say, "No, three," and she says, "But what about the clitoris, isn't that a hole?"

And then I get to explain to this mother-of-three (and her at least 50-year-old mother) all about her clitoris, what it's made of, what it's for, and why it's great.

WHAT DID YOU DO TODAY?

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p.s. Fin got neutered today and he has one of those little lampshades on his head. If he wasn't so miserable about it, it would be the funniest thing ever. Poor little dude.

This link is easily the funniest link this week. I have tears. It is killing me. I'm going to have to watch it again.

Thanks to Saci Potsie for the link. xoxo