Sometime in the course of the day, there appeared in my office a large box that has written on it: “Ye Olde Crap Box.” Because its encroaching on my personal space, I felt it was my duty to open ‘er up (incidentally, I feel the same way about cute girls in my proximity).
It is indeed a box of mysterious crap. It contains the usual mix of odd cables that someone seems to have had trouble parting with, plus some shiny costumes and a double-ended dildo, not new and in the package, so presumably used on a shoot and then tossed in the crap box.
The other thing I’ve been doing today is researching slang terms for male masturbation, for use in a press release I’m writing. My favorite at the moment is “burping the worm.”
