So, when the factory issued a requisition for ten workers, the commandant picked the worst candidates--sick people like me, and those schlemiels with two left hands and two right feet, who he knew couldn't get the job done.

I'm not a fan of the new Simpsons episodes, but the old reruns have me in stitches, although I've seen them countless times.

And, finally, here we have our groovy little DataSet, just ready to be pumped silly with information. Ooh, matron!

Bananaphobia, air-typing and other lunchtime revelations[…]I knew that she at least harbored a strange hatred of bananas, a neurosis that I’d recently discovered when she was driven from my office, shivering in disgust, by a banana sitting on my desk.