Jim would be proud

During the work week, I get to eat lunch on Wednesday and Thursday. Thus, I love Wednesdays and Thursdays (and Fridays, when I get home around 3). Today, lunch is especially great because not only do I get to eat, but I get to come home and wonder what in the world I was thinking by posting something so poorly worded this morning. It kind of seems pointless to pull it since it's several hours later and I don't really have time to rewrite it right now. So, I'm just wanting to kind of apologize in advance for the post directly under this. Sound good?

Oh, and if the bad writing isn't enough to drive you away, this might be:

What do you call death by pig stampede?
Sooey-cide