Turns out, a senior manager for my company now works in the same previously-uninhabited section of the office that I do. Turns out, noise canceling headphones make the earworm you hum under your breath audible through her corner office door. Turns out, ‘a little bit of pe-nis in my balls’ is just inappropriate enough to turn that poor lady’s face into a grim rictus of grief, but not enough to tell my boss on me.