No cents, no puppies.

[napoleonherself]

My mentee at work is continuing his several months of initial training, so I've been occasionally emailing him to ask how it's going (and to ask if he wants me to see to his stuff when the HIM team packs up and moves to our brand-new office building in Verona next week, since the move is scheduled right smack in the middle of one of his classes). Naturally, we seem no more able to keep on topic via email than we do when speaking in person. Here is a snippet of the email chain that ends with me making myself VERY amused, hence why I'm posting it.

For the sake of argument, let's say my mentee's name is "Frank".

[A random Dragonball Z factoid] is something that my braincells are being used to remember, whether I want them to or not. CURSE YOU BRAIN.
-- Jenny

[...B]rains are not to be cursed, they are to be gently reprimanded with extreme force. They respond better that way.

Frank

Cursing has a much more visceral appeal to it, though! Gentle reprimands are for puppies.
-- Jenny

On an unrelated note, my brain is a puppy.

Frank bark bark!

Yikes. I hope it’s housetrained. (Skulltrained?)
-- Jenny

Mostly. It also like to run around and chew on my nerves.

Frank

"No! Bad puppybrain! Ba -- " *twitch* "Stop that! Bad, BAD puppybr -- " *stops being able to comprehend the color green* "MY OCCIPITAL LOBE!"

Oh man, that’s grimlarious. I’m going to have to blog it when I get home.
-- Jenny

Google gives me no results for the word "grimlarious," so I think I may have invented it today. Use it, won't you? It describes something that is grimly, blackly horrible, yet also hilarious. 1,001 uses around the home! Just like puppies.