My death row pen pal Greg, a charming gent with whom I have been exchanging delicately penned letters for the past six years, sent me a recent photo of himself today. Naturally, I hung it on my wall at work and every time my boss turns around to talk to me, she screams, “Ugh, I wish you would take that down! It looks like he’s leering at me!”
Then I sent her his website and she refuses to look at it.
Ten minutes later, she shuddered and said, “I can’t believe you sent me that.”
What? What’d I do?