This Isn't The Newsletter You're Looking For
Remember how movies used to have intermissions? It's like that.
I was going to write about how everybody in my office has IBS, but then I had doubts. Do people really want to hear about how we battle each other for the bathroom, or how it’s my own personal hell since I have the olfactory powers of a bloodhound?
Can NO ONE BUT ME OPEN THE WINDOW? My boss has a bottle of that Poo Be Gone stuff sitting on the back of the toilet.