Saturday Afternoon

Hello Monday morning you fucking slut. You arrogant piece of shit. How dare you Monday morning return us from our trips, our patios and our sideways dreams, demarcating the traverse from wonderment to crunch? Go back into your gnarly shell Monday morning - we don't need your kind 'round here no more...

Here's a clip from Kill Bill 2 on the joys of showing up to work...



As an aside...?

Any time a man sits on the toilet, there's gonna be some dirt flying. Obviously. But the ladies have a different challenge, don't they? At what juncture exactly do they decide if they're gonna make a poop or a piss? Is it a last minute judgment call or do they steady their resolve in advance? I'm not sure I could deal with this kind of uncertainty. How could one sit on the toilet and not deuce it out? I say, whole new respect for women.