Erotic Elephants

Cliffhanger and I have a longstanding tradition of abusing our respective companies' mail codes to send each other useless, pointless, time-wasting materials.  Examples of past tomfooleries:  mood rings (because we're twelve, remember?), kites, Las Vegas snowglobes, and, of course, peanut butter sandwiches.  Today, though, she has topped the list in more ways than one, because today I received a miniscule statuette of TWO ELEPHANTS HUMPING, accompanied by a note, "Is it only me, or do they look really 'into' each other in an enthusiastic way?"

I would like to answer her question right here.  YES, they look really "into" each other, because they are HUMPING.  They are into each other both literally and figuratively; although I guess one is only into the other figuratively, while the other is physically inside the former as well.  And now I'm grossing myself out. 

Regardless, I have discovered that HUMPING ELEPHANTS ARE GOOD FOR OFFICE MORALE.  The Boss walked into the Writers Room earlier today, and with a sigh proclaimed, "Four more episodes."  He looked tired, he needed encouragement, and my, "Don't worry!  You'll be fine!" was met with a "you are so full of shit" raised brow. 

So I grabbed on to the closest thing possible, which happened to be my brand new elephant statuette, and exclaimed, "Look!  Humping Elephants!" 

This time, instead of a skeptical brow, I got an, "Oh, thank God.  And thank you, Melissa."