middle-aged people fucking

not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty ...

ok, so no doubt y'all have been wondering where we were for the last couple of months. well ha ha fuck you because we're going to tell you anyway, because we have totally reasonable and work-related excuses. to wit, we had a lot of meetings to attend. at the EDC building. little-known fact: the meeting rooms on the top floor of the EDC building offer some of the finest views in ottawa of that gleaming, mostly-white-marble-clad palace of fiscal rectitude known as l'esplanade laurier. more specifically, they offer a direct view across o'connor street into some DG's office, where said DG and a highly milf-y colleague have been convening regular meetings to review each other's briefing notes, by which we mean to say get it on. like on the desk and shit. anyway, this welcome little break from the drudgery was resulting in an increasing number of meeting requests emanating from EDC (subject line: "omg theyr doing it again!!!"), until some little snitch decided they were going to phone over to TBS, at which point we understand a discreet memo circulated to the relevant section of the secretariat reminding everyone that much like the skydome hotel, the windows at the l'esplanade are in fact two-way. amazingly this resulted in the decrease BUT NOT THE ACTUAL HALT of the activity in question, which is totally awesome when you think about it. but finally the same prudebag phoned over again, and this time our heroes were called in for what was surely the most awkward discussion with an ADM ever in the history of the public service. now we learn that the lady in question has been banished, possibly to tunney's pasture, and so we think you can all see how this is the most tragic and heartbreaking tale of thwarted love since those horny emo kidz in teh shakespeare, the end.

anyway, for those of you wondering why all your super-mega-urgent stimulus-related TB submissions are coming back "deferred", now you know.