Where my brain goes darkly.

So there's this joke I know and love:

A women desperately looking for work goes into a toy factory.

The Personnel Manager goes over her resume and explains to her that he regrets he has nothing worthy of her. The woman answers that she really needs work and will take almost anything. The Personnel Manager hems and haws and finally says he does have a low skill job on the Tickle-Me-Elmo line and nothing else. The woman happily accepts. He takes her down to the line and explains her duties and that she should come in at 8am the next day.
The next day at 8:45 there's a knock at the Personnel Manager's door. The Tickle-Me-Elmo line manager comes in and starts ranting about the woman just hired. After screaming for 15 minutes about how badly backed up the assembly line is, the Personnel Manager suggested he be shown the problem.

Together they head down to the line and sure enough Elmos are backed up from here to kingdom come. Right at the end of the line is the woman just hired. She has pulled over a roll of the material used for the Elmos and has a big bag of marbles. They both watch as she cuts a little piece of fabric and takes 2 marbles and starts sewing them between Elmo's legs.

The Personnel Manager starts to laughing hysterically. Finally he pulls himself together and walks over to the new employee and says, "I'm sorry, I guess you misunderstood me yesterday. What I wanted you to do was give Elmo two test tickles."


Friday at work I was told by a secretary that one of my colleagues is a cancer survivor and lost a testicle to the disease. She told me 'cause apparently everyone else on staff knows and she figured I should too. But she WAS concerned that now every time I saw him I'd be thinking about the one testicle. I assured her that I wouldn't. Indeed, to me he sounds JUST like Christopher Reeve, so every time I hear his voice I think "Superman." After three weeks of this, I doubt it'll ever change.

But apparently I was wrong. Apparently this knowledge does make me think differently about him. Because when she told me about the one testicle my first thought was "testicles... test tickles... Elmo!"

So no, I don't think "hey, this is the guy with only one ball." But I no longer think "Superman" either. And I've been working on this all weekend, but still, when I think of him, I can only think of one thing;

Tickle Me Elmo.



*sigh*



I'd almost rather think about the testicle.





Picture taken from: http://www.freakingnews.com/Elmo-Pictures--1152-0.asp