apparently, by some unimaginable stroke of idiocy, some girl at my office looked at something and wasn't sure if it was a pogo stick or not. i mean, did it have two little pegs to rest your feet on? was it slender and a bit taller than waist high? did it look like it could fucking bounce? if you answered 'no' to any of those questions, then it probably wasn't a goddamn pogo stick. problem solved.
also, it looks like the woman with the (very) ill-advised perm is getting married. this gave me a little bit of a start because i would've bet the farm that she was into women. go figure.
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It took me a long time to post so this post really isn't about pogo sticks. It is about your flawed choice of the name "Courtney B. Vance". It should either be Michael Moriarty or Ben Stone. The only thing Courtney B. Vance ever did was marry Angela Basset. At least Michael Moriarty was a drunk. And Canadian.
I saw a nice jewish boy on a pogo stick yesterday. I couldn't believe how well his yarmulke stayed on his head.
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