It’s astounding how much of my job involves troubleshooting other people’s code.

One particularly obtuse (yet powerful, as the two tend to go hand in hand) program always exits with a joke. I offer one in lieu of any other bloggable content. It has a few words that might not be safe for work, so I post it below the fold.

A Prairie Muffin dies and goes to hell. It’s horrible. Burning fires. Hot bubbling lava. Much pain and gnashing of teeth, and nary a baby penguin in sight. She looks over and sees a WAG postgrad having sex with a beautiful woman. Non-stop, sweaty, constant, back-breaking sex. The postgrad is clearly enjoying himself, happy with both the activity itself and the companion bestowed upon him. The Prairie Muffin is outraged, so the next time Satan is passing by on an inspection tour, she complains. “This sucks. I have to suffer for all eternity, and that postgrad gets to spend it happily with a beautiful woman.”

Satan replied, “Who are you to question my punishment of that woman?”

Move along. Nothing to see here.

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