Most Fridays I come into work, pour myself a coffee (decaf please!) and start browsing the web for wacky and wonderful websites that will tickle your collective pickle.  Once I’ve found a site that is sufficiently filled with wack and wonder, I stitch together a saucy little entry filled with whimsical witticisms and carefully constructed punnery for your reading pleasure.  But on some Fridays - the rarest of Fridays - I come to work and the internet just says:

INTERNET: Hey Reg!
ME: What’s up, you fucking internet?
INTERNET: Why don’t you take the day off?
ME: Really? Wow, that’s so nice of you.  I’m sorry for cursing at you.  It seemed inappropriate even at the time.
INTERNET: No worries dude, I’m over it.  But seriously, you just sit back, I’ll take care of the blog today.  Just post this.
ME: Wow!  A browser for black people.  That’s awesome!
INTERNET: Tread lightly, friend.
ME:  What?  I think it’s awesome!
INTERNET:  Look, I told you I’d do the heavy lifting today, so just stop talking.
ME: But I really like it.  It’s got built-in bookmarks and a really useful toolbar along the top.  I think it’s a great idea.
INTERNET: Seriously, enough.

The internet thinks I’m racist.