So one bright morning around nine, sunlight streaming through her mini-blinds, your ol' pal Jean rolled out of bed (literally!), slurped a mug of piping hot cocoa, and chowed down on the last of the two-day-old day-old cinnamon rolls, took a nice hot shower, and logged on to her sorta trusty PC. The monitor read [...]The post Jean's Own Goals appeared first on The Onion.