A few weeks ago, one of my crazy clients called the internet, "etherspace". I pulled some serious pokerface out of my ass to keep from laughing deliberately in her face. It was hysterical how her hippie, outdated mind thought "ethernet + outerspace = the internet". That's not even the best part: the entire time I was with her, she kept calling me "Gay-be" and complaining about having to go to the bathroom... all while farting incessantly. It smelled like a Chipotle burrito filled with baboon feces. FML
eeeeeeeetherspace...
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