(I posted the following blog yesterday and then took it down after 5 minutes, worried that maybe it was a bit too crass. Some people had the blog automatically sent to their Readers and a couple even wrote me to tell me that they thought it was funny, and unnecessary of me to take it down. So I'm posting it again. I apologize if anyone finds this offensive.)

Today? Today has been a productive day. Aside from the actual work I've accomplished, today Rion, Nathan and I came up with a new business venture: The @#$%! Cafe.

* Note the special of the day in the window.

Here's how it works: All items on the menu have incredibly vulgar names. Turkey on wheat? "I banged your sister last night." Roast beef on rye? "Your mother is a great lay."

Then there are the sides. Examples: Fries are called "Oh, I forgot to tell you" and potato salad is called "I don't want to rub it in, but."

And last but not least there's the drinks. A milkshake is, "and it was awesome," or a diet coke is "you dumb bastard."

So when you go up and order, you say, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, I banged your sister last night and it was awesome," and you'll end up with a turkey on wheat, a side of fries and a milkshake.

Investors: Step right up.

Family members who read this blog: I apologize profusely.