John's boss leant over his desk. "Excuse

John's boss leant over his desk. "Excuse me," he said, "why have you got a tampon in your ear." John sat up proudly. "It's a symbol of my radical feminism & a statement of solidari

ty with those who bleed" John said. "You mean the Islamist insurgents in Nigeria?" "Uh, no" John continued, "I mean, uh, women." John's boss said "Look, the way I see it you've got

to switch to lemon scented ultra thins during board meetings, otherwise your not being inclusive." John was delighted to see the string hanging out of his bosses left ear.

"What are you looking at?!" John's boss suddenly shouted, just out of the blue. God, he was moody, John thought. "You don't like me, do you?" the boss whimpered. The ear tampon

fell out. The wax on the end was orange. The Boss cried. This sickened John. How could his boss cry like this after what he had set in motion in Cape Cod?

He had to get in touch with his feminine side. He changed into his dress like the one worn by the lady in the "get rid of Rufus" 2002 Zyrtec commercial. Trying to comfort his boss,

he fired a shot in his knee cap. After days and days of deliberation, the courts judged this action as being unfriendly, and they sentenced him to 2 hours of counseling. Year 2085

was more of a brand or a flavor than a point on a linear timeline at that stage of the game, but he was stuck in that Yr 2085 flavor until he had endured the 2 hrs of anti-knee-cap

not sold well at the sports authority and were renamed tube socks after the knee-caps rebelled in unison. Oprah Winfrey had them as guests on her show and then they sold millions.