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Ah man, my throat is killing me right now. It all happened when my Indian coworker, Manav, gave me what had to be a goddang poison donut yesterday. Ever since then, my throat feels like I just swallowed a box of razor blades. Not to mention, at work (yes, I do have a real job for all you newcomers), I'm currently designing a reporting engine which works off voice recognition. Basically, when a radiologist goes to make a report for his patient, all he has to do is speak and my program will translate his words into text and create a medical radiology report. Well, that's all fine and dandy, except how the f*** am I supposed to test it when every time I speak, my throat closes up tighter than Oprah Whinfrey's waistline?

Category: Work