yes, it happens - and more often than you think. nothing like one of your male coworkers to rattle off a good air biscuit in front of their other male office buddies during that spate of free time normally reserved for lunch.

[gasp]

but what happens to that naturally funny toilet humor when the office mate trouser trumpet turns out to be a woman? therein lies my problem.

1. do I say something to her?

[or]

2. say nothing, suffer the ass vibrations

a close coworker of mine [who shall remain nameless] and I have discussed the possible ramifications of bringing this issue to the attention of the said offender, and have lightly agreed to not say anything. we have also discussed the possibility that our mutual friend’s butt antics may be completely involuntary, making the opportunity for bringing it to her attention somewhat… delicate.

female or not, any kind of gas basket skirt boomers in the office should be outlawed - if only for the fact that I crack up in tears of laughter at that fateful sound.

due to certain circumstances that I won’t go into at this particular juncture, I am currently residing in the rather baron wilderness that is Red Hook [Brooklyn].

so let me begin by saying that I grew up in a neighborhood in England that was far from affluent, but nothing prepared me for the littered streets, the cursing women and half-drunk thirty- somethings persistently requesting 25c handouts that I am now a part of.

what’s really nice about this place is the lack of common-area air conditioning… quite lovely to come home to after walking for 8 blocks, dodging bullets and cherry bombs. therefore, as you can imagine, to not have to swim in my own sweat, I can’t sit in the living room for long periods of time - stuck in my room [for the most part] counting how many Honda Civics I can spot with their original wheels [fun game!] through my window… which is barred.

ah, it’s my little piece of heaven, just as long as I remember to wear my glass-proof forehead when I venture outdoors.

where the bloody hell do I begin?

[the start]

welcome to Brit Blogger, a small and humble abode where one of old blighty’s own brings to you his deepest, and more often than not, completely inane drivel from across the pond — New York City.

enjoy… and if you don’t enjoy [shrugs]