We are people of generally strong constitutions — except when it comes to the perplexingly magnetic appeal of Goatse, which now transcends geek-realm and affects your average nine-to-fiver.
A reader points us to Boing Boing reporting on a commuter-tunnel-cum-executive-colon, courtesy of a job-hunting site in Hamburg. The idea suggests you don’t have to crawl up an exec’s ass for a dream job.
Generally speaking, anyway.
The poster has fundamentally changed the meaning of “Get in my belly!” for us forever.
